The little flautist makes
his music, a tune enchanting
the sounds flitting
like a bird between branches
It's a merry march
a happy tune
simple and rhythmic
insistent and infectious
it's the song of life
in its lighter moments
as we roll in our fancies
The little flautist makes
his music, a tune enchanting
the sounds flitting
like a bird between branches
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