You call it addiction I call it love

When harvesting tea

Give me some tea.
In the morning time.
Give me tea.
In the noonday and when mother sun rests.
Of all colour and origin.
Give me some tea.

She is sweet yet without sugar.
Her aroma soothes my heart.
She feeds me and make me glad.
Gentle and mild.
Romantic and lovely.
Kind to my nerves.
And gives me energy.
Give me some tea.

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