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Now she walks the land |
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The heart of which she always belonged to |
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On the back ways |
| [00:28.82] |
Finding wild flowers and stones |
| [00:33.49] |
For a wise woman's treasury |
| [00:38.39] |
She set free to the wind |
| [00:44.31] |
When the clock of her memory dispersed |
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Dandelion |
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Into uncountable incomprehensible time capsules |
| [01:09.93] |
Film rearranged on the reel |
| [01:15.52] |
In her eyes, I would always be four |
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four years old |
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Dandelion |
| [01:55.80] |
My Dandelion |
| [02:03.21] |
It is not uncomplicated when the life of a loved one fades awa |
