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Written by Asa McCoy 

 Written by   Toa Heftiba

Written by Toa Heftiba

Aren't the fireflies lovely tonight?

Does my dancing bring you fright?

 

The dark surrounds us and the trees,

but can you hear the moonlight?

 

My feet tend to move against my own will.

Do they act on impulse? Think they might.

 

I am pressed to talk with other people.

Have they asked for a performance or fight?

 

You've come to me looking for a healing.

Though, I can't even help my toes, let alone your plight.