I laugh, my lord
That Thou hast chosen me for a flute
For my tune hath e'er been harsh
Certain 'tis, Thou hast not jangled sweet tunes
From a lesser instrument than I
Very well
Play me like nature's greenery
Who hiss and sway at Thy blowing
Play Thou Virtuoso
Play what notes Thou wilt
For I am no skilled musician
Though ever Thine to play
Play
I am just now made empty
And long to hear what sounds I make
When Sacred Breath in me doth blow
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