In this moist breeze
That sways the branches
And trees
Let us become children
Again, my love, and play
In the rain.
Let us get soaked
Laugh and roll around
On the warm wet ground,
Let us throw handfuls of mud
And drop hail
Down each other’s clothes,
Let us tickle and giggle
And chase each other.
In innocence.
Let us love purely
And carefree
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