My summer wine is made of dandelions
So you could drink it all before the fall
It feels like you have everything and all
Your spirit and rebellious soul.
You dreaming of the fredom love
And cannot handle heat inside your bones
That burst you out like blue baloon
And soon you could have feel the touch of moon.
The cold and gorgeous kisses of the dark
Your love, your dreams they just a dust
Don't bury them like those are gone
Seems you've been wating for so long.
Keep going and you touch the sky
You wings are open so you fly
Don't blame yourself and see what life could be
Without the fear and tears, you can believe to me.
My summer wine is made of dandelions
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