| Luminescence is ours, don’t need a reason
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| Heralding pairing time, shine like a beacon
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| I’ve got the brilliance to let him know
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| I am so ready to glow
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| Light up the hottest time, summer the season
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| Nuptial scarves are mine, resplendently tease him
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| This light is soft in the night like a sigh
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| A glimmering kiss sent down from the stars in the sky
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| I’ll never get to fly high
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| I’ll never sprout the wings with which to roam the skies
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| But brilliantly I oxidize
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| I have the urge to climb high
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| I position myself well and the begin to writhe
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| Abdomen flexing from side to side
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| Optical attraction with this exercise
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| Such light and action should catch your eyes
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| When illumination grows nigh
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| My swain has been attracted and it feels so right
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| Romantic lighting is this bride’s delight
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| Now I’ve a belly full of bright lights
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| These little ones results of that seductive night
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| Observe how my lantern did kindle the prize
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| Pyrotechnics emanating from inside
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| Provocatively photosensitize
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| By brightness this life is conceptualized |