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Sep 2014
They call it
The liquid of Gods
The reason our eyes open, come morning
As the aromatic taste dances in our mouths we
Close our eyes to feel the magic
Of the drink designed to wake us up
And the bitter taste on our tongues
Eliciting smiles or hard faces
They call it
The liquid of Gods
But I know for sure
It's
Just
Coffee
Turn Off The Lights
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Turn Off The Lights  UK
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