原文歌词
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If I pour your cup
That is friendship
If I add your milk
That is manners
If I stop there
Claiming ignorance of taste
That is tea
But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tounge
Then that is love
But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tounge
Then that is love
Sitting untouched
And growing cold
