Sometimes it is half full
Or sometimes half empty
For some it is theory
But for who is concerned it's truly a pity,
A pity

Under the ocean night of deep sorrows
And quietly he misses you
The harm is visible in the water and
Ingested, how will it show later?

In the water, our child suffers
By your absence, he suffers

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