Drift over rivers,
Drift over fields,
Little dandelions,
Drift away to faraway lands
Where the land is barren
Stop, little dandelions
This is your new home
Your children will flourish here
Then they will drift away
to faraway lands too
Leaving their field behind,
Drifting over rivers,
Drifting over fields,
Little dandelions
Drifting away to faraway lands
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