I wish, for a day, for everything calm:
there's nothing to fulfill, and we are alone—everything's done.
Everyone left, so I walk barefoot, and we have time to learn and be,
your hand in mine, at first it's strange, but then, with change, comes ease of mind.
Not weird to kiss, nor weird to care,
for wildness now carries us bare.
Between my hands, can finally stare
at the honest soul that's before me.
Now we can sit, now we can chat,
now we can find shared secrecy,
and until dawn, we'll count all stars—
there you will hide yourself with me.
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