Roots Music Report

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White cotton clouds floating on a gentle breeze.

Together with the sun they’re playing hide and seek.
I’m on the grass looking up, painting pictures in the sky.

The living is so easy in July.

Green canopies rustle the heat from the air.

Together with the wind, an oak becomes a rocking chair.

I’m underneath, looking up how they reach into the sky.

The living is so easy in July.