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[Куплет 1] Between a blue atlas and a book of birds I found your handwriting, folded under words Flour on the corners, a date i couldn't place A little kitchen history in a stranger's borrowed space [Алдынғы қайырма] No name on the paper, just a careful line A pinch of something sweet, a little borrowed time [Қайырма] Whoever made this, i hope you knew The small things travel farther than we do One worn-out card, one recipe Now your quiet hands are here with me [Куплет 2] The ink had faded where the measurements ran But every crooked arrow still knew where to land I traced the final sentence, then i closed the cover slow Somebody left a doorway where they meant to leave a note [Алдынғы қайырма] No name on the paper, just a careful line A pinch of something sweet, a little borrowed time [Қайырма] Whoever made this, i hope you knew The small things travel farther than we do One worn-out card, one recipe Now your quiet hands are here with me [Көпір] I don't need the answer, i don't need the past Just a little proof that tender things can last From one unknown heart to another's shelf A kindness finds a way to introduce itself [Қайырма] Whoever made this, i hope you knew The small things travel farther than we do One worn-out card, one recipe Now your quiet hands are here with me [Аутро] Between a blue atlas and a book of birds Your handwriting keeps blooming underneath the words
