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I used to know this old scarecrow

He was song… my joy and sorrow…

Cast alone between the furrows of a field

No longer sown by anyone…

I held a dandelion

That said the time had come

To leave upon the wind

Not to return, when summer burned the earth again…

Cultivate the freshest flowers

this garden ever grew

Beneath these branches

I once wrote 

such childish words for you

But that’s okay

There’s treasure children always seek to find

And just like us

You must have had

A once upon a time…

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