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Jesus lying in his mother’s arms Is a photon released from a dying star We move through the forest at night The sky is full of exit wounds of light Everything we need is just too far We are fireflies a child has trapped in a jar I am here and you are where you are I am here and you are where you are We have lived a long time in the forest We lie beneath the heaps of leaves We are partial to this partial light We cannot sleep and fear our dreams There is no order here, nothing can be planned We are fireflies trapped in a little boy’s hand We are photons released from a dying star I am here and you are where you are I am here and you are where you are We lie among our atoms and I speak to you of things And hope sometimes that maybe you will understand There is no order here and there is no middle ground Nothing can be predicted and nothing can be planned We are fireflies pulsing dimly in the dark We are here and you are where you are We are here and you are where you are From Letras Mania