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In the midst of night when the dew drops arise
From slumber’s grasp, the summer fireflies dance
Among bushes and trees, the woodland rushes- torches of gold.

Illuminate the path, O fireflies,
For the future grins within the dark.
Illuminate the crystal dew path
That may shimmer under thy nuance,
And cause the rose to open her petals-
The world’s mist bade adieu and parted.