Somewhere far away where nothing looks the same
I could see a pretty dancing dandelion dame
Nobody would rob her from her joy
and nobody saw her as a toy
she danced and danced with a smile
she could go on dancing for a while
she had no doubts, no insecurities, no fear
because no humans or danger were anywhere near
Oh, dandelion dame, I wish I was you in some way
because humanity, reality and this city are grey
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC
Somewhere far away where nothing looks the same
I could see a pretty dancing dandelion dame
Nobody would rob her from her joy
and nobody saw her as a toy
she danced and danced with a smile
she could go on dancing for a while
she had no doubts, no insecurities, no fear
because no humans or danger were anywhere near
Oh, dandelion dame, I wish I was you in some way
because humanity, reality and this city are grey
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