At the breakfast table
My angel and my double
Pour me another coffee
Pass me a piece of toast
One wants to have music
While we eat in silence
The other wants to hear the news
That the earth is still here
Strange how Bach pairs up
With flood reports and fires
Teaching them how to sing
I've learned to block them both
One keeps saying let me finish
The other don't interrupt
I think I'll let them fight it out
Pass me another piece of toast
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