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I. 
Why have you locked yourself
in this grey unyielding
tower of yours?
DidnÕt you have the
chance, once, to 
run, build your own winds
and cross the sun?

II. 
It was your father;
yes, of course. all you 
could do was follow-
to stray from the path would
be certain folly.Ó
of course. you had to
fall. you had to be sure.

III. 
I see the sun up
there; the stars, the 
clouds, the open
free. All I need 
is a little time,
a pair of wings. So be it
if I fall. 

IV. 
The first step
off the ledge, into 
the sky, the sea-
might you miss?
First is always hardest:
after that itÕs easy
or over.

V.
You, whoÕve lain
curled and torn,
whoÕve starved and
lost, over, over,
above all you
who are spiritless-
oh god, I hope you fly.