If I could
Perhaps explain
That there are now tombstones
Where the dandelions once flourished
That the heavy weight of these things
Sinking inside of me
Is not the definition of love
Explaining instead that it is said
Love is the dandelions
Singing their melodies
Putting my weary eyes to sleep
In a field of my dreams

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