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Zen Garden

Fields are aglow
Lit up by fireflies
In the winter, where do they go?

Breeze on your skin
Delightful fireflies
Where do they go?

Bugs go by
You count them 1-2-3
On the porch with papa
Sitting on his knee

Bright yellow smiles
Starlight from treetops
Trace the lawn and land on your palm

Fields are aglow
Lit up by fireflies
Where do they go?