Icarus Blackmore

Trapped between the limits of what is
and the prospect of what could be,

With delight I welcome the sun
and with dread I await the snow.

Oh, noble Justice Barrett,
How very brave of you
To close those same doors
Opened to you 
By the woman you now replace.

AT CURTAIN RISE
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AT CURTAIN RISE
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AT CURTAIN RISE
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AT CURTAIN RISE
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