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Your Smell of Tea

Sitting by my bedside,
And watching the TV channel, you often sight,
I thought of you.

My eyes were filled,
And my throat needed something to soothe the lump.
I went to the kitchen and took out the mug,
And while I prepared the tea,
I remembered thee.

Just as I was to take the first sip,
I remembered how you used to do it-
A dash of crushed saunf powder in the end
You loved the aroma, it does extend.

After the tea, I shed a tear or two,
Because it just smelled like you!
Oh! Why did you bid us adieu?

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