♪ ♪ ♪ Tempire gleaming, mellow moon is shining down, brave young chieftain gazing over tasty town. In the valley where the chattel shadows fall, keeps himself to serenade his Indian mates. My pretty firefly, for you I'll live and die, beneath the western skies.
If you say you love me like I love you at rising sun, two hearts will beat as one, through life we'll journey on. My firefly. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ If you say you love me like I love you at rising sun, two hearts will beat as one, through life we'll journey on.
My firefly. ♪
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