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Wildflower in the field
Beckons in the summertime breeze
Bare feet on the dashboard
Favorite song playing on the radio
It’s the season to let it all go,
His beat up rusty racing down the dirt road
My daddy warned me that boy was trouble
But he’s got my heart in the pocket of his jeans,
As the seasons change,
The wildflower still remains
Although the boy is gone,
Wildflower lives on





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