Satsuma in my hand this morning, Soft and golden, small and round. Peel it slowly, the scent is rising, Little sun I just found. You’re as smooth as satsuma sweetness, You’re as bright as open sky. You shine through the grayest of seasons, And lift me up every time. Juice runs down my fingers gently, Sweet and warm, it feels like grace. Every bite’s a quiet blessing, A bit of summer I can taste. You’re as smooth as satsuma sweetness, You’re as bright as open sky. You shine through the grayest of seasons, And lift me up every time. No sugar, no wine could match you, You’re sunlight I can peel. You’re the light I love to feel. You’re as smooth as satsuma sweetness, You’re the joy I can’t conceal. Satsuma sunshine Satsuma sunshine Satsuma sunshine
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