Dandelions
In a secret garden in my mind,
there's dandelions, sunflowers, and roses.
I pick out the dandelions and blow
and I see the little seeds fly away.
Then I close my eyes and wish,
that someday true love will find me.
The seeds blow away across the cloudy sky
and again I'm standing there gazing so high.
Everyday I pick out a dandelion and blow,
then I make a wish because deep down,
I'm still hopeful..



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