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In the darkness there is a light, Where eternal solace could be felt with a sip The beans reciprocate the ripped soul More the sour more it perceives itself in my heart Thee are not the dearest of all Thee are the dearest of the endeavouring soul Thee are the addiction Even the marijuana feels bashful For not possessing  the hallucinating urge That can seize humankind to the variant sphere                    Oh! Thee are beautiful in Black                                  “My Black Coffee”
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
Black Coffee
In the darkness there is a light, Where eternal solace could be felt with a sip The beans reciprocate the ripped soul More the sour more it perceives itself in my heart Thee are not the dearest of all Thee are the dearest of the endeavouring soul Thee are the addiction Even the marijuana feels bashful For not possessing  the hallucinating urge That can seize humankind to the variant sphere                    Oh! Thee are beautiful in Black                                  “My Black Coffee”
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
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