we have breakfast in bed.
Some croissants, orange juice
and a "café".
Some of the days you wake up
and get it prepared
before I open my eyes,
yawn and stretch.
Other days I try to make it myself,
although I forget the orange juice,
spill the coffe,
and get the croissant burnt.
But you still love me these Sundays
and all the other weekdays.
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