Hy, my names is Icarus. My father, Daedalus was a great inventor and builder, but he was a slave. So my father invented two pairs of wings made up of wax and string so he and I, his son, could escape from the palace of Knossos in Crete and from the Labyrinth my father had build for Minos, the king of Crete. He told me not to fly to close too the sun because the wax would melt and I would fall. But I didn’t pay attention because I felt to good to flew alone with no help. I flew near the sun and fell to the sea and drown to death.
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