Once in a day
when life is longing
we sit beneath a roaring sun
and play with the hours
never noticing the hands
on the dandelion clock
ticking us off.
Once in a day
Once in a day
when life is longing
we sit beneath a roaring sun
and play with the hours
never noticing the hands
on the dandelion clock
ticking us off.
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