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Dandelion

It is an early morning when my dandelion awakes,
But he is not yet what I was dreaming of,
He is just a simple yellow flower with flakes,
And he'll become The One after some time of more.

Days shall pass and my sweet dandelion may finally die,
And he may hide his yellow crown inside with care,
But I wish everyone's death was just as belle as his cry
Of farewell but of his rebirth as cotton and bare.

When my dandelion reaches his own crystal times,
When he is untouchable but at the same time filled with joy,
And I pluck him quietly as I walk just by his side,
And protect his crown with the filthy hands of mine.

My dandelion can make all my wishes come true,
My sweet dandelion died his yellow flakes for me,
Still I am afraid that the evil wind may cut us through,
And waste the struggles and cries of innocent he.

As I inhale the air to blow a wish to make,
The cruel wind comes and destroys his white purity,
He grabs his crown and makes him fiercely shake,
And scatters his white, which he will never see.

Dandelion was my dream, and I was his,
But the unfortunate truth is that we lost each other's bliss.
My perfect dandelion died yet twice for me,
Though I still hold his bare stem in my fist.

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