The old bones knock together like wind chimes
The body is a flute full of air
Played at both ends
The lungs are violins
The ears percussive
In my way of going
I leave
music
The old bones knock together like wind chimes
The body is a flute full of air
Played at both ends
The lungs are violins
The ears percussive
In my way of going
I leave
music
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