I sprung you forth
And as a good mother
I nourished you
I slowly churn your excess
Taking it back to myself
I give to you expecting not too much
Respect thats all I ask
All you do is take, take, take
And I give, give, give
Till I can no more
My churning is slower than your taking
I am drying up
Listen to me, child!
I am drying up
My belly is quaking
My eyes are welling
My heart is burning
Listen! child,
Heed my warning
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