In the stillness,
at the end of daylight,
no wind to say,
calm before the storm,
or just time to dream,
no better place to be,
springs, last brightness,
shines it's warmth upon,
us both,
time to bring on the night,
so we can dance in rapture,
to a new delight of love.
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