The delicate and golden tea
That falls in little liquid strands
Into my mug, enriches me
And so my universe expands;
My mind is comforted, and so
The world outside seems dearer now
As if it all were mine to know
The tea does this, I don't know how
It also takes whatever harm
May have befallen me before
And makes it fall away - this charm
I do desire more and more
As night has settled on my mind
I drink my tea, and it is kind.
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