There's the Reaper,
harvest emotion
Luring under the darkest tree
There he is, the sweeper
Pulls the ground away
From your feet
Tumble, dandelion
When you're in bloom
When your petals scatter
Towards your doom
Tumble, lion
There's your tomb site,
patch of darkness
Where no eyes can ever see
Stone set, for your slumber
As you die, away from me
Tumble, dandelion
When you're in bloom
When your petals scatter
Towards your doom
Tumble, lion
Little dandelion
You were brave
When you were dying
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