Bend all your notes for me.

I want to write songs until I die.
To build those songs, bone by bone,
from a packet of pieces, numbered one to fifteen.
Until I have a skeleton.
He will have lungs,
a heart;
ears...two ears.
or maybe four.
His skin will be colourful.
All shades, and he will speak with his songmouth,
reflecting everything good in everyone around him.
I want to write songs until I die.
I want to write songs until I die.
I want to write songs until I die
I want to write songs until I die
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