Flute

-Don't wake me, I am in Heaven...
Your flute is crying high.
Just let me sleep till seven,
Until He shoots his eye.

-Don't scare me with your talking.
Get back and be my bee.

-Oh, why your flute is boring!
Why can't you let me be?

-My bed still smells like you...
Is that enough a reason?

-Yes, Morning Stranger, who are you?
...My sleeping feels like treason...



 


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