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Dandelion, patch your fur

Dandelion, dance a foreign dance

A new one every day

Every night was a new chimney to slip down

For us, for our folded hands together

Dandelion, ‘round the catnip surrender

We folded our fur together

Never ever again

You’ve curled down to a foreign dream

I’m exhausted for you

Oh, dandelion, of every new field

Of every straight line

I connected dots around your fur

Around a foreign dance

Loved you like a trembling, subtle curl

You closed your eyes and I was blind

Welcome to my sorrow

Never, dandelion

Never shall I touch your lips again, poor flower