of laying in the grass
your hands on your head
and no shoes on your feet
I just felt the desperate need
of Popsicles and drinking wine
in the sun with friends and feeling o so fine
running and playing guitar in the sun
no-one remembered what the occasion was
a birthday, a sunny afternoon
we didn't need a reason
to stay
in the grass
with our wine
on our tiptoes
feeling the sun burning on my shoulders
surrounded by people who I love
and some I did not yet know
o please sweet summer come and make us feel
forever young
(Rosa in Paris by Vrederick)
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