At Clos Barrat, where the body unveils,

Under the stars, a night without veils.

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The naturist campsite, a haven of peace,

Where nature offers itself, without any release.

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The light breeze, caresses the skin,

Senses awakened, in a gentle din.

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Under the celestial vault, an infinite show,

The stars twinkle, accomplices of the night's glow.

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Sleeping under the stars, a waking dream,

Where the soul finds peace, in a liberating stream.

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Clos Barrat, a timeless place,

Where one feels alive, simply, with grace.