Please spare a glass of water
For this thirsty traveler
My throat is parched,
My mouth is dry
I feel really tired,
And I start to cry
Please spare a glass of water
For this thirsty traveler
I lie on the streets
Waiting to drink
To quench my thirst
Unable to think
Please spare a glass of water
For this thirsty traveler....
SRINIDHI.R
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