Water, water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
I hear it drip
I hear it plink
And yet still not a drop to drink?
I follow the sound
To its source
Plink plink
But where might that source be?
Plink plink, plink plink
Maddening the search becomes
I spin, I run, I peer, I scream
But as I turn I catch a glance
My reflection in the glass
plink plink plink plink
Tears falling everywhere
But still not a drop to drink
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