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Sunlight smells like honey, golden on the floor. Eggs are dancing in the pan, they're asking for more. The kettle hums a quiet tune, a whisper in the air. Every crack of the bread, every slice of the knife feels like a rhythm, the music of life. Oh, it's morning and love is the flame. The butter melts and we're all the same. Gather round, gather near, taste the joy. It's here, it's here. Coffee swirls like tiny storms in my favorite cup. A breeze sneaks in and lifts the curtains up. The table waits with open arms, a canvas of care. Every clink of the fork, every pour of the tea, a song of the heart, a sweet melody. Oh, it's morning and love is the flame. The butter melts and we're all the same. Gather round, gather near, taste the joy. It's here, it's here. To be with you, I'll cook your meals and you'll clean. You told me that you know this to be true. Home is you. I was in a big city, bright lights and shopping carts. Didn't think I'd miss my lover, but God, I miss your heart. So here I am on the way back to you. My home is you. Home is you. I was in a big city, bright lights and shopping carts. Didn't think I'd miss my lover, but God, I miss your heart. So here I am on the way back to you. My home is you. I was in a big city, bright lights and shopping carts. Didn't think I'd miss my lover, but God, I miss your heart. So here I am on the way back to you. My home is you. It's a very quiet kind of magic, so very delicate and small. I think I've seen it once before, Le Bonheur de Noël. We have to catch it in the morning. I heard it's very good with wine, when everyone is here together, when the light is just right. I made it with my love and flower, and it's still rising in the pan. I wonder what my friends will think. I hope it stays just like this. We have to catch it in the morning. I heard it's very good with wine, when everyone is here together, when the light is just right. The clock's asleep, the walls don't tick. The air is velvet, slow and thick. The sun spills gold on the countertop. No rush, no race, no call to run. Just me in the morning and the undone. Golden hours stretch like wings. No need to chase what time won't bring. Bright and warm, a magic spark. A quiet flame inside the dark. The floor hums low beneath my feet. Each breath a rhythm calm and sweet. The world outside can wait today. Golden hours stretch like wings. No need to chase what time won't bring. Bright and warm, a magic spark. A quiet flame inside the dark. I touch the sky and my kitchen whispers secrets gray. The silence hums, it softly sings. A spell that binds the simplest things. Golden hours stretch like wings. No need to chase what time won't bring. Bright and warm, a magic spark. A quiet flame inside the dark.