The Silver Flute
Laying in the grass one day
I heard the beautiful notes
of a silver flute.
I got up and saw the silver flute
just laying there in front of me
as I sat the music played on
then all too soon
it had finished its song
I had to continue its little song
so I picked up the silver flute
I put the flute up to my lips
as I played a crowd had gathered
and stood there for half an hour
as I finished the beautiful little song
and sat down the silver flute
up walked a little girl,
she asked for more
seeing her face lite up with joy
I picked up the flute once more
and the sliver little flute
sang once more
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