Sometimes I drink of a liquid
That tastes of copper,
And is warm to the touch.
It is red as the rose,
But of a deeper shade.
It tastes different
Depending on the source,
Yet is my most needed element
To live.
That tastes of copper,
And is warm to the touch.
It is red as the rose,
But of a deeper shade.
It tastes different
Depending on the source,
Yet is my most needed element
To live.
Now tell me,
What would you say
If I told you
I had taken this element from you,
Just not enough that it would
Kill you?
You probably wouldn’t believe it.
But say you were a good friend of mine,
And you sometimes drank of
This liquid too.
I bet you would believe me then.
What would you say
If I told you
I had taken this element from you,
Just not enough that it would
Kill you?
You probably wouldn’t believe it.
But say you were a good friend of mine,
And you sometimes drank of
This liquid too.
I bet you would believe me then.
Not that it would bother you,
Because you've done the same to me.
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