Fireflies
It’s something wonderful,
you and me watching the stars.
Just before they start to move,
and make their way across the sky?
From east, to north, to west, to south,
they are the stars that always shine.
In fact the stars aren’t out tonight.
No more surprise, confusion dies.
It’s time to catch some fireflies.
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