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Sweet, melted chocolate
That's what warmth tastes like With a small dab of honey Measured just right Chirping morning birds That's what warmth sounds like Soft, lovely music played By the candle-light Soft, silky petals That's what warmth feels like A feather-stuffed sleeping bag For the night The windy, golden meadow That's what warmth looks like A warm camp fire To light the night A fresh-baked apple pie That's what warmth smells like The burnt, loving breakfast That didn't turn out quite right
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