When you grab summer by the nose, she smiles broadly.
When the sea to the road and sand full of hair.
When you sleep under a pine tree and yawn for an orchestra.
When you wait for it to happen again.
Childhood and the sea
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When you grab summer by the nose, she smiles broadly.
When the sea to the road and sand full of hair.
When you sleep under a pine tree and yawn for an orchestra.
When you wait for it to happen again.