Honey and tea.
You are the milk
To my honey and tea.
Cinnamon...
Black mixes with white
And I drink a sort of tan.
And if we burn it then, the honey,
Is the color of your eyes and--
Careful to see that my hair too
Is cinnamon.
We are so sweet.
You, milky honey.
I, spice your tea.
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