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In the gentle steam of morning light,
A cup of tea begins its flight.
Whispers of leaves, steeped with grace,
Awaken the soul, in quiet embrace.
Golden hues in the fragrant mist,
Each sip, a moment not to be missed.
From ancient roots, through time it flows,
In every brew, life's wisdom grows.
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