There’s nothing to wish for, nothing to crave.
We already have all that we need.
There’s more to cherish in the things we gave.
There’s nothing to wish for, nothing to crave.
Only our memories are worthy to save,
all else, like the dandelion, going to seed.
There’s nothing to wish for, nothing to crave.
We already have all that we need.
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