Fireflies

When the flowers bow their heads,
And fold their petals low,
The golden sun lies down to sleep
In brilliant afterglow,
The fairy lanterns come a-dancing,
A-dancing.

From out the glooming half-light
Lanterns begin to glow,
As the elfin Twilight People
Skip lightly to and fro,
With fairy lanterns all a-dancing,
A-dancing.

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