You come to the coffee shop every day or maybe it's once a week
I can't say
All I know is that when I see you your eyes
Meet mine like an ocean meeting the forest
I can't help but wonder what lies behind
who are you dear stranger
Will I ever know
Will you taste like the coffee you drink
will it be bitter or sweet
how I wonder what it's like to fall for a stranger in a coffee shop
Come back again and maybe I'll find out
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