Tiny bug.
Bright light.
In the early hour of night.
Quiet, pretty.
Little lady.
Holding on to dusk.
Flashing moment, soon it's over.
Little bug is gone.
But she'll be back, come tomorrow.
When the sun goes down again.
Comes and goes.
On her wings.
No worry on her mind.
Her little smile fills the world.
Holding to strong arms.
The sun is fading.
See her changing.
Can't keep fireflies for long.
And in an instant.
She's not a baby.
The firefly is gone.
But she'll be back.
Come tomorrow.
When the sun comes up again.
Tiny bug.
Bright light.
In the early hour of night.
Quiet, pretty.
Little lady.
Holding on to dusk.
Flashing moment, soon it's over.
Little bug is gone.
But she'll be back, come tomorrow.
When the sun goes down again.
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