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May. 18th, 2037 09:52 pm
| My love made the sweetest coffee with no sugar at all; She only stirred with her spoon and it was done. Now my drink is bitter, the secret of spoons forgotten. When my voice breaks on this song, remember all love gone And drink the bitter coffee. |