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  • Come
    in one of those eternal summer afternoons
    and be quiet,
    stop worrying about work
    and words.
    Come sit next to me.
    Come listen to the evening song
    with the voice of a million cicadas
    and the breeze.
    Watch, with me, the night falling
    and the stars rising from the ground
    from the grass, as if they had wings.
    Stay still.
    Don't let your eyes flicker,
    or you will miss them coming
    and going
    and staying,
    slow and fleeting
    each one and all together at once.
    Look at how the sun escapes
    and slowly, we're left in the dark,
    you and me,
    as if we had been here our whole lives
    in this moment, so familiar
    like this evening.
    Here we are,
    because we like the stars on the ground
    and because the dew refreshes our gaze
    after the eternal summer evenings
    after the sun dies slowly.
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