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Morning rice boils in a familiar pot
You hum old songs while I wipe the spot
Two mugs clink soft on the kitchen tile
Your laugh spills out and I forget the while
Evening breeze moves the curtain’s lace
We share one chair in our tiny space
Your hand finds mine with no need for words
This quiet beat is the sweetest I’ve heard
Steam on the glass and our socks on the floor
Your sleepy eyes meet mine at the door
I feel safe where the simple things grow
Everyday hours, I just want you to know
Steam on the glass and our socks on the floor
Your sleepy eyes meet mine at the door
Each small moment is a page that we fold
Everyday warm, a story we hold
Evening breeze moves the curtain’s lace
We share one chair in our tiny space
Your hand finds mine with no need for words
This quiet beat is the sweetest I’ve heard
Steam on the glass and our socks on the floor
Your sleepy eyes meet mine at the door
I feel safe where the simple things grow
Everyday hours, I just want you to know
Steam on the glass and our socks on the floor
Your sleepy eyes meet mine at the door
Each small moment is a page that we fold
Everyday warm, a story we hold
