If is wasn't the sleepy illusion kick in,
Smell of Nero would have never fly within.
Coffee has been always running in my vein,
Like a partner that seeking for its twin.
Many may fancy it with a drip of cream,
While I indulge with its pure dark bean.
As strong and bitter as it may seen,
It is a battle whether you are out or in.
Smell of Nero would have never fly within.
Coffee has been always running in my vein,
Like a partner that seeking for its twin.
Many may fancy it with a drip of cream,
While I indulge with its pure dark bean.
As strong and bitter as it may seen,
It is a battle whether you are out or in.
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