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Dandelions​
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If you were a flower,
I would stand to watch you grow.
The soft petals are so beautiful,
And the stem is sturdy and strong.
And all of those years of water and wind,
Floods and dim light,
Have showed you tonight
Will not last forever.
What exists in the present must come to an end.
The flower will move forward, with just a little bend.
And all your dents,
Your misshapen leaves
Are just as beautiful as the heart inside
Dandelions flow
They grow,
And I will sit right there
Waiting for you to bloom again in Spring.
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