Time to sleep is the night one dream of a good cup of coffee and yet the moon light up the night sky the more one see the moon thus one see the stars that twinkle in the night sky but yet one feel the breeze that whisper threw once open window and yet every whisper says welcome to Star bucks.
For the night one wish to taste a cup of fresh coffee thus the night slowly slip away for the sun raise is up just to feel the sun is lie tasting a good cup of Star bucks fresh coffee that shall fill once heart with respect but for one who wish in the night for one seen the angel of respect.
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