One cup, two cup pouring in the porcelain,
there's brew in my blood and my tongue in cream.
Novembers is such dreaded winter dream
and Nougat to the flavor is a sweet relief,
some Nostradamus penned apocalypse
I can take them all in one heavenly sip.
there's brew in my blood and my tongue in cream.
Novembers is such dreaded winter dream
and Nougat to the flavor is a sweet relief,
some Nostradamus penned apocalypse
I can take them all in one heavenly sip.
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