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The kettle hums a morning tune
You pour the milk, I find the spoon
The rain begins outside, it's loud
We stay inside and talk aloud
The steam curls up from boiled greens
We pass the bowls and share the beans
The plates are warm, the spoons are dry
We wipe the counter, you and I
The fire burns inside the stove
A red pepper, a garlic clove
Your nearness is the quiet cure
No postcard trip, no grand detour
The fire burns inside the stove
A red pepper, a garlic clove
With you, the quiet hours are warm
We are the roof against the storm
The steam curls up from boiled greens
We pass the bowls and share the beans
The plates are warm, the spoons are dry
We wipe the counter, you and I
The fire burns inside the stove
A red pepper, a garlic clove
Your nearness is the quiet cure
No postcard trip, no grand detour
The fire burns inside the stove
A red pepper, a garlic clove
With you, the quiet hours are warm
We are the roof against the storm
