I think I'll have another
And see who comes to play
Will it be me?
Will it be he?
Will it be who I want to be?
Will it be white?
Will it be black
Soft, hard or square?
I don't know
But I do know
It will be there
In the moment
This time only
It comes...
Let's see if I can trap it
That firefly
Blinking and fluttering
In the glass jar
But not for long
Because I don't want to kill it
Not on my watch
So I'll be sure
To let it out
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