Bright Eyes Bright eyes in the night, A shining beacon ever so bright, Guiding me through the night. Tantalizing my every thought, So my words are nearly gone. Who's eyes could they be? I wonder why their following me? Yellow auras of small light, Ever curious in the night. Not much more to see, Except those eyes following me. As I try to continue on, urging myself to remain calm, A twinge of fear grabs my heart, Stoping me from continuing on. As I turn to grab a glance, you look back putting me in a trance. As I look further I can see, That there are fireflies following me.
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