Come,my dear,& sit with me.

Let us have a cup of tea.

Come, my dear, I'll fill the cup.

See the white steam curling up,

The magic brew from small, curled leaf

Assuaging weariness & grief.

Or, could it be its not the brew-

But sharing things, just we two,

That seems to wash the care away

And give fresh zest to heart & day?

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