The familiar aroma of the sun-kissed bean
Of blue-eyed dreams under November skies
A frothy mouth so passionately speaks
Of long lost tales and the distant sun
Fragile fingers fondle the holy grail
The hair strand fails to distract her heart
Fuzziness leaks into the ambient sound
And in her magic eyes love comes alive
Gullible men such as I don't see
It was never us
Always that goddamn coffee.
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