She sings of foreign lands. The gazelle is my heart, Dreaming and leaping, Making my lif... She sings of foreign lands. The gazelle is my heart, Dreaming and leapin...

And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream

This fear driving you away, And I’m left here wanting the best of you... This fear driving you away, And I’m left here wanting the best of you...

The poem describes dandelion The poem describes dandelion

A soft touching, She was just kissing. A soft touching, She was just kissing.

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