When will we meet?
Felt like I was seven yesterday
Leaving my footsteps of this country to the other side
You laugh I laugh
You smile I smile
Than I turn 12 today
You fade away because the wind carried you
I stay because I'm a tree that only my leaves can fly
In the end I wanted to be carry
Wanted to be the old seven year old me again
When will we meet?
Maybe never
Because we're both fading away
I wasn't a tree in the end
But a dandelion
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