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I'm emptyWe're all areIn an hour or so, the donkey and the boy will come to take us to the sea maybe,Maybe when we'll make the way back, it will be long enough,hot enough for our new water to turn into crystalsClear, sharp,Easy to removeThe little girl with the green eyes, which are not scared anymore only tired,Comes to suck on my neck again, I don't know what she needs more right nowwater or her mother.