Brown as cinnamon
Sweet even more
Poured on
Every cup of bore
We go downtown
Leaving opened door
Turning on
The moon off shore
Should we have a toast
Upon the coast
Having more cup to go
Do we not missed the show
This bitter-sweet to sip
May not we fall asleep
Could we take another set?
Morning sun coming yet
Tonight is going groovy
Cause we are
We are coffee
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