#ode to my flute

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coarse delta
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when I held you in my hand
shiny as the sun
I would play with you each day
until my lungs burnt

sour notes became sweet
but the rust on your keys grew
we’ll continue making magic together
until your days are through

waxen cradle
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this is amazing

coarse delta