To a firefly
you inspire this man that is shy,
When i now rile and curse
From my head to the end of my skirts
and fear that i may fall dry ahead
Cry of debt before my death
I am be-mused, yet not be-fogged
when i see you anew under same moonlight
and not see a bug
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