And we will be blown
To whereabouts we know not of.
Like the dandelions that gather in the wind,
We dance loosely
And tomorrow we belong to a different land.
Whether we are apart or forever bound together
Only the wind knows the answer
And it is a secret that it will never tell.
You can believe, you may hope,
Sometimes there is magic left in this world
And sometimes all there is, are crushed dreams.
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