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Night Of Fireflies
Night Of Fireflies
1 min
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In the night of the fireflies,
The coyote howls at the moon
Close to the cliff seen in the distance
Where the wind and the water live in conflict.
Where the beams of light do not reach
Inside the moldy cavern
The songs of the sirens are heard,
Under the wells of crystal clear water.
Where there was no hope
Life was born from nothing
United in a song of glory with death
Dressed in gold and silver.
In the night of the fireflies,
Pheromones made melodies in the air
Achieving what no one could
Unite two distant worlds.
On that night ... in any second
The moon abandoned the stars
To be next to the faithful coyote
Silencing his voice in the cave,
Making faithful love.
