Coffee is a magic plant
Whose beans remain beyond compare;
What other steaming mixtures can't,
Coffee alone will always dare.
It lies beyond the ken of man
To speak the fullest measure of
What coffee does, and what it can:
And so, from many, it takes love.
Among those lovers is my own,
And I by coffee am displaced;
A love that is not wooed, but grown
Is not so easily erased.
Yet I have found a way to swerve
Her coffee love to me - I serve.
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