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I must listen again to the neighborhood guitar
And roam my city to recognize it
I must fall in love again like I did as a kid
And wake up like a God who stretches out the nap

I must read in the sea the lesson of the vast
And rename the color that life teaches me
I must know how to breathe fresh oxygen
And return to that Sun that waits for me with you

I must learn that tomorrow is a livable world
Full of moments, promises, kisses, and dreams
I must find the seed of the son and the father
I must bathe again in the clear desire
In the deep desire, desire

I must shine with the half-open Moon
And lean into the peace that moistens your embrace
I must know how to sing to a night so new
Like the one you once premiered with me