A coffee at Jennifer's
What will it taste like?
Towards our Atlantic
this train runs, runs and goes
At Jennifer's café
I sat down one day
The steep cliffs
said "yes" to my sadness
Jennifer runs quickly here and there
she never gets tired because
she always thinks of me
That coffee is her life
Her world is all there,
gray and magical
Sweet is my Jennifer
she will smile at me
and the Atlantic Ocean
will throw salt and honey over the wall
Jennifer runs quickly here and there
she never gets tired because
she always thinks of me
That coffee is her life
Her world is all there
gray and magical
A coffee at Jennifer's
is too bitter now
Where Jennifer was
there is only an old abandoned wall
Where Jennifer was ...
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