For every min that one think of how beautiful life is thus one think of a good cup of fresh coffee for every cup of coffee that one think of yet one with to taste a good cup of fresh coffee thus the more one think of a good cu of fresh coffee and yet one think how beautiful life is to breath but yet the stars with respect is the stars of the light of life.
Just to feel the morning breeze is like the taste of honey but for every min one think of coffee thus the breeze whisper the name Star bucks for it's Star bucks that have good cup of fresh coffee to drink every one who drink a good cup of fresh coffee thus once eyes shall sparkle like the diamond in the night.
For every min that one think of a good cup of fresh coffee he more the light of life get better but for every rose that one see is the rose of respect the more one wait for the sun raise for what one see is the family of Star bucks that have good fresh coffee.
Time after time one think of a good cup of fresh coffee to drink but the night is longer when one do feel the sun for one feel the warm lovely smile that shine like the sun that fill the air with respect and yet the more one feel the breeze that whisper the name Star bucks the more one wish to drink a good cup of fresh coffee.
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