When I clap my hands
On the shore,
You clap there
Behind the mountain.
When I shout at you
You shout back louder
To prove your power
And to me you overshadow.
When I cry out my victory
You cheer me aloud
To go ahead
And unravel the mystery.
When I break down in sadness
You sob like my close friend
To bring my sorrow an end
By giving me comforting solace.
My echo you teach a great lesson
Our dignity we have to up keep
As you sow, so you reap
And to be ever polite to everyone.
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