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The Cup And The Stirrer

The Cup And The Stirrer

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The cup in my hand,
Rattles like a drum.
Like the tinkering of the wind chime.
Ah! The spoon jingles.
Clink clank, clink clank.
Like the lips of the cup, longing for the embrace of the mighty stirrer.

The cup in my hand,
Rattles like a drum.
Kitchen shelf its solace.
My hands, it's place of love.
Jingle jangle, jingle jangle.
Like the clicking of the bangles, adorned on the arms of the bride.

The cup in my hand,
Rattles like a drum.
As if persuading the lover, the stirrer.
To accept the blessing of love.
Tinking tink, tinking tink.

But oh! The cruel hand.
"Don't part me from my beloved."
Keeping the stirrer back on the kitchen shelf,
Here I bring an end for them both.
The cup embraces my lips.
Sacrificing it's love for the beloved...


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