Only a cup But with it, it brings Contents that bring us joy We drink and enjoy And drain to the end The water it holds within.
For who can tell When it may end No more do we taste again Or partake of its joy That joy which it gives That joy which it gives to all.
But it's only a cup Something so small Never do we think of its part For without that cup Which you hold in your hand How hard it would be to partake.
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