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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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