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O' the bliss of another day young

Prone to the grogginess of yesterday

Here to greet thee is the scent

Of worker's manna and lover's gift

The cherry of a blossom dried

Flame-blasted and parceled

Opened and grinded

Then transformed

From bean to brew

The process as deeply therapeutic

As the taste of sanctified acid

Herein lies the mystery to modern life

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