Saturday evening Springsteen
Is fueling memories and tender wishes
As I watch the snow melt on the frozen hill
Dreaming of sand between my toes,
Salty hair tangled up in my baby’s fingers
And my hands on the curve of his sunburnt neck
Tasting first love kisses under the summer moon
That last as long as the tide’s retreat.


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