It’s tea time, my free time
but what’s a dragon to do
I’ve read this book a thousand times
the story must be true
The fire burns red and blue and green
the lilies wilt and it would seem
that all is well with me
but I’m alone so far from home
and there’s no one I want to see
It would be good if the rains would come
and wash away my grief
my belly’s full but my heart is broke
and sleep brings no relief
The wings upon my broken back
no longer do they fly
so I will close my eyes at last
and hope that I don’t die.
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