Drinking Morning Coffee Octave
drinking my hot coffee in the morning light
thinking back on that date I met my fate
everything around me seems very bright
recalling how I met her, became my mate
in the afternoon I like to drink tea
but in the evening it must be red wine
just sitting there with my love becoming me
as I sit there drinking she becomes mine
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