text: I used to know this old scarecrow
  He was my 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
  Oh...
  Oh...
  Cultivate the freshest flower
  This garden ever grew
  Beneath these branches
  I once wrote such childish words for you
  But thats okay
  Theres treasure children always seek to find
  And just like us
  You must have had
  A once upon a time
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