We soared to the greatest heights
It brushed my cheek
And settled on a blade of grass
I put it in a jar on a twig
This didn't feel right so I removed the lid
It was used to jar living
And chose to stay inside
Soon in the field I was playing again
With dozens of fireflies around my head
This time I'd give none a glance
But hurried off to bed
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