Under the willow tree
fireflies lit up the night
shimmering poetry
silver moon in the sky
we were the lost ones
trying to find a home again
and hope where there was none
bonjour tristesse
but our hearts can beat
so lets dance to the rhythm
and our lungs still breathe
so let’s never stop singing
in these darkest of nights
we’ll always be children of light
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