Every time I go to get some tea I find an empty jug,
There isn’t even enough to fill my empty mug,
I don’t know where the tea all goes,
It’s hard to tell heaven knows,
Someone drinks it all,
They have a glass big and tall,
Now tea I will make again and see how fast it disappears,
I just wish that someday some one else will make it reappear.

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