Firefly Poem by Kampanje Aubrey
Firefly
Bloom, bloom, sweet blossom
The midnight wind whispers his melody
Bloom, bloom, yellow flower
I will be itching to see some lady
They say she plays mandolin, sings, cries
Combing her absence in shadow-vault's sublime
Bloom, bloom, sweet blossom
A meadow follow me mercilessly and fly
Bloom, bloom, yellow flower
Pleasure, and treasure, and a lullaby
Blind, blind, the night has aged
No cash to confront the fare
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