Magic seeps into the air
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When comes the blue light hour,
and the lightning bugs take flight,
the air radiates an enchanted power,
holding promise for the night.
The bats begin to stretch their wings,
in the distance, the nightingale sings,
Owls ask "who?" of all the wondrous things
a silvery, moonlight-drenched night brings.
Hummingbirds and bees buzz off to bed,
as a breeze dances with the moonflower,
they know stars will soon sparkle overhead,
When comes the blue light hour.