The espresso machine, it's a creature of the night, Hissin' and steamin', under pressure, burnin' ever so bright. You tamp the grounds just right, with a practiced, knowing hand, Pull a shot so dark and syrupy, the best in all the land. Then you can froth the milk up, make a latte or a 'ccino, A little bit of fancy, when your mood is feelin' keen-o.
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