The night's so deep,
yet I can't sleep.
In silent darkness,
thoughts are endless.
I went to the rooftop,
but then I stop.
Went back to the kitchen,
a drink's forgotten.
But I change my mind,
in a different kind.
I saw Machiatto,
then Cappuccino.
Went back to the top,
I'm singing pop.
Cup of coffee was taken,
my heart was awaken.
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