Your coffee can open your eyes.
\nThe finest Arabica bean,
\nIs grown where the morning sun lies
\nOn mountainsides covered in green.<\/p>\n
The finest Arabica bean,
\nThe delicate Indian leaf,
\nOn mountainsides covered in green
\nIs grown amid hunger and grief.<\/p>\n
The delicate Indian leaf
\nTo go in your afternoon tea
\nIs grown among hunger and grief
\nOf people whom you never see.<\/p>\n
To go in your afternoon tea:
\nThat dollop of pain in your drink
\nOf people whom you never see.
\nBefore you enjoy, stop to think.<\/p>\n
That dollop of pain in your drink
\nIs grown where the morning sun lies.
\nBefore you enjoy, stop to think.
\nYour coffee can open your eyes.<\/p>\n
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