Firefly
There is a firefly
right above me
Clipping its wings,
wings like butterfly,
shining the way,
waiting fоr me...
And whenever you're
you will see yours,
clipping its wings,
wings like butterfly,
shining for the time
we were together
And held "forever"
in our hands,
in our dreams,
in this dream,
in this "forever"
We used to touch the sky
used to write our story
Now we look at the sky
And are searching for glory...
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