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The kitchen was warm with the smell of the bread,
We talked about everything, nothing unsaid,
The dog at our feet and the floors full of light,
That kind of a morning still feels so right.
The seasons have turned, and the path is unknown,
But I'm not fearing the days on my own,
I keep the warm spot from the time that we spent,
And I walk in the light, feeling content.
The sun on the roof, the wind in the trees,
The flowers in bloom, the buzzing of bees,
I'm carrying the warmth, it's enough for me,
I won't beg for more, I'm already free.
The sun on the roof, the wind in the trees,
The flowers in bloom, the buzzing of bees,
The warmth is my guide, and I'm thanking the sun,
I'll live by the good and the kindness we've done.
The seasons have turned, and the path is unknown,
But I'm not fearing the days on my own,
I keep the warm spot from the time that we spent,
And I walk in the light, feeling content.
The sun on the roof, the wind in the trees,
The flowers in bloom, the buzzing of bees,
I'm carrying the warmth, it's enough for me,
I won't beg for more, I'm already free.
The sun on the roof, the wind in the trees,
The flowers in bloom, the buzzing of bees,
The warmth is my guide, and I'm thanking the sun,
I'll live by the good and the kindness we've done.
