With a lasting after taste.
No matter what happens
They'll always be there
Many talk a blue streak
But when push
Comes to shove
You find out who
Has the perfect blend
You find the weak blends
You find the sour ones
Yet conveniently they'll go
And when they speak
It's only words you hear
If you have a good friend
Be grateful
As good friends are rare
The hardest to find
So consider yourself lucky
You found the right blend!
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