I can see the light that is coming for the heart that holds on.
Productivity goes down with every hour, with every cuppa.
Coffee is losing its taste.
Subtle thorns lose their touch.
I can see the light.
Productivity goes down with every hour, with every cuppa.
Coffee is losing its taste.
Subtle thorns lose their touch.
I can see the light.
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