East India Tea Company

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Blind ambitions sear the eyes of well-to-do gentleman.
The Autumn sun sends cold leaves drifting with the draft of the windows.
Blind ambitions sear the eyes of a clever vixen.
The Autumn sun send chills down vague fingertips through to cold toes.

Nuclear bakers open bright flavored ovens,
with intentions of peace and prosperity.
Consistent jewelers break bright glowing hearts often,
building stable souvenirs with biased disparity.

Double-decker buses crowd overflowing third-world streets,
while single lonely taxis search desolate urban landscapes.
But, red apartment doors fling open with hope of heat,
And green innocent boys seek to cure malignant heartaches.





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