Through the murk of night
Little light that shine
After a glint of light
Comes home when kine
Fireflies fly
In the dark they glow
Radiating light
In the air so low
Giving beautiful sight
Fireflies fly
On leaves of tree
On top of hills
They dance with glee
In darkest thrills
Fireflies fly...
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Through the murk of night
Little light that shine
After a glint of light
Comes home when kine
Fireflies fly
In the dark they glow
Radiating light
In the air so low
Giving beautiful sight
Fireflies fly
On leaves of tree
On top of hills
They dance with glee
In darkest thrills
Fireflies fly...
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