A hot cup of black coffee Molecules inherent of your memories, I drink the drops alone, Full of you. Do you remember that warm evening? After espresso we were departing,
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A hot cup of black coffee Molecules inherent of your memories, I drink the drops alone, Full of you. Do you remember that warm evening? After espresso we were departing,
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