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Let the fire fly, my firefly; now is the time to burn down the night.

General

The fireflies danced in the night as if choreographed by every joyous memory and dream.

General

The fireflies come dancing onto their star-studded stage.

General

Upon a fragment of lightbulb filament was a firefly, her light radiating into the starry night.

General

The firefly glow, both newborn and millennia, call backwards and forwards yet only exist in the now.

General

After so many nights of blackness the fireflies were a welcome relief. They danced in a heady swarm of light, like a frozen firework explosion above the lake.

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The fireflies flew above us like they were carried in unfelt currents. Just to look at them gave the camp ground a buzz of excitement, as if these tiny glimmers of light had electrified the summer night.