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Song

Please lie to me, oh wind,
The dandelion sang,
And tell me how you carry babies
To their cradles.

Around my roots are waters rising,
the rains are coming I know.
Please tell me how you fly above the seas towards new worlds.

Lie to me when I know the truth.
Lie to me so I will release my seeds
to partake in the semblance of flying
and

escape

above the coming floods that I will soon bow to.

Blow hard and strong around, above me little breezes, big proud gusts.

There now, thank you, take from me my little babies soft and white and eager to fly.

As these waters drown my roots, let them soar for awhile,
before you, oh wind, die shortly too,
And throw them to their deaths.

D.H.H.T

5th November 1999