Away in Yui's room, no need for a bed.
Giita's on a stand where it rests its sweet head.
The toys in the room looked down where it lay,
Tomorrow it would be at practice that day.
While Ui is cooking, dear Yui awakes.
And beloved Giita, no weird sounds it makes.
I love you, my Giita, for you I would die,
Now I'll bring you with me, cause morning is nigh.
Be with me, my Giita, I ask you to stay.
At practice I'll need you for songs that I'll play.
Bless Hokago Tea Time with your love and care,
And we'll be at Budokan. We will be there.
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