They are giving the night a light
A vision guiding the middle of my sight
Wishing there would be a happy day tomorrow
A perfect moment that I can borrow
Twirling around a silver wind
By a sunrise for a night to fade
Sick of waiting inside my shell
A splash of melody where I fell
For a time worsen by a curse
For when a die to get in a hearse
In this restless dreams and lies
I look up, and saw, dying fireflies
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