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In a distant forest stood
A special tree that one day could
Grow magic beans with special power
workers will pick them for hours
And ship them to another land
To be stored in bottles and cans
all around the world they roam
then make their way to normal homes
The beans are ground into a grain
then through water they are drained
into a cup, filled to the bruim
then the magic beans thrown in the bin
but the happy end of the story is a coffee in all its glory!