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coffee and lace

she sits at the round table

all alone

her steaming cup half full

coffee and lace

at the corner cafe

waiting for many days

coffee and lace

the bittersweet soul,

awaiting the arrival of fate

coffee and lace

against the washed out world

the face of a stranger

the eyes of a beggar

coffee and lace

the bearer of patience

the mistress of love

sweet coffee

bitter lace

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