Dandelion Lyrics

Now she walks the land
The heart of which she always belonged to
On the back ways
Finding wild flowers and stones
For a wise woman's treasury
She set free to the wind
When the clock of her memory dispersed Into uncountable incomprehensible time capsules
Film rearranged on the reel
In her eyes, I would always be four years old
My Dandelion

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