Fifth Flute
she flies on a flute
to flower from flower
no fear for big brute
just flickering hour
our fantasy falls
from everyday tower
we're chasing real walls
like goblins by Bauer
where clouds are her suit
she feel like a shower
her wind peels cute fruit
from sugar to sour
our flute foggy calls
for sun to switch power
then moon no more mute
rise troll as her lover
wWw
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