Bloodied once still singing
Heart is thumping ears are ringing
And the air is passing through
Me
It's not stopping at my chest
It sears my feet it shakes my throne
I'm made of bone
Don't help me I have fallen
I can do it I'm not calling
I'll just listen to you chime
I can't bear to watch you climb
Play that little tune
Chills me to the bone
The flute was walking once
It sings through living lips
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