Blowing dandelions

When I way young and playing in the field

I picked a dandelion to blow and wish

To become real it must keep concealed

And thinking no further, There I go swish

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A wish was so much more simple back then

Dreams of playing on every football pitch

British pounds, dollars and Japanese yen

My brain expanding to always enrich

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But I look at the dandelion today

And my wishes, I just have too many

If blowing dandelions could be the way

Then in this large field there wouldn't be any

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My only wish that I and I alone

Should be the one, for my every atone