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At night sitting in the firelight, Trying to stave off the cold, Mysterious events fill the night, Calling out, warning of what is foretold. This summer night unnaturally cold, My cloak is drawn in close, Listening to the wind whisper secrets, On top of firefly hill. Firefly hill use to hold Many of its namesake every night. The lightning bugs dancing above, Melding with the stars light. Tonight, mourning the absence of those for they would be welcome, As the smell of burning wood wafts with the wind down the hill, One little golden light sparks up in front of me. Soon hundreds follow, Dancing in the sky. Join me, join me, T