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I
tell a story of dreamy cakes, of clotted cream and jam.
Of
Scones and Pastries, and all home baked
Of
pies, and tarts and flans
To cater for life’s different taste’s, a hundred different
teas
And
there’s coffee’s, and iced drinks, and handmade Milkshakes
There’s
bound to be one here to please.
And the staff with their smiles, and their aprons and hats,
reminiscent
of a time gone by.
The
hours that you spend in the company of friends,
will
pass in the blink of an eye.
The music is soft and gentle at heart
to
match well, the time spent taking tea.
The
tea rooms enchanting, it all plays a part.
There’s
nowhere that you’d rather be.
But time presses on and your duties are called
from
the tea room you have to depart
To
your life’s daily trends
with
your family and friends
to
life’s stage, where we all play our part.
And
as you awake from sleeps velvet arms
you
peer through the days early gloom.
Whether
sunshine or rain, you’ll come back again
To
the warmth of
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