All alone I lay at home
Staring at the bricks on the wall
With a sound of saxophone I hear
In the wild field of sky I flown
Having a cup of coffee alone
And smokes in the air
From the window making poem
Through the saxophone it flows
The time is ticking away
What have I done this day
Fooling around ooh it's Sunday
For how long would I stay..
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