The Dandelion Theif

Once upon a time...

 

A dandelion rested upon my hair

It was happy, it was content there

 

Then one day a boastful prince came

On this day the dandelion floated away

 

His malignant pride caught the princess in a snare

She could not look away, she could only stare

 

I should not have looked at the prince

I should not have stared

 

He scared me and burned me

Without a single care

 

I have no need for a prince now

I wish only to be in solitude

 

The prince can't hurt me now

The prince can't hurt me now

The prince can't hurt me ...

 

It haunts me day and night now

 

 

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