// You, me and tea //
You and I are made for tea.
Coffee brews along with it,
the storms raising in our hearts.
Us, we have walked through those storms,
In mad pursuit of peace, all alone.
It's time we sit down, and finally talk.
You pluck those tender tea leaves
from valleys of Assam,
I'll boil them with my Western Ghats nectar;
Come let's have some tea,
You and me,
We can start by the sunset,
and when the mornings arrive,
Our tea cups will be our token of comfort.
No matter how much we are distraught,
tea will always give us our start.
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