.Mother's maple flute
She plays it just for you, my baby
Mother's maple flute
Crafted from the roots of trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees
She'll pick her teeth with the bones of bears
And brittle needles from prickly pears
She's got a thirst for freed.
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