As I connect with the human race with great joy and enthusiasm on my face I pour
The exchange of laughter, ideas and goals allows me to encourage, and I pour
Then comes disappointments, fears and doubt, and I pour
When the fog has lifted, obstacles sifted, I grab my cup
But wait, there is none for me, and no one left to hold me up
This is a perpetual state of the giver, full of conflict, emptiness, and yet I pour
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