She sat there with a dandelion in hand, she looked at him before making a wish.
Blowing white into the baby blue sky.
But all he saw was a dead weed in her hand, and all the white turned to heartbreak.
She sat there with a dandelion in hand, she looked at him before making a wish.
Blowing white into the baby blue sky.
But all he saw was a dead weed in her hand, and all the white turned to heartbreak.
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