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^^He dances round the fire,
In the dead of night,
When he thinks there’s no one watching,
When he thinks he’s out of sight.

He does not know I see him,
He doesn’t seem to care,
That I can see him dancing,
Wild nettles in his hair.

I don’t know what he’s doing,
Staying up the whole night long,
I can hear his mumbled chanting,
A kind of magic song.

Perhaps he’s slightly crazy,
Perhaps he’s raving mad,
But when his little fire burns out,
He seems a little sad.

Maybe he’s just lonely,
So he does this every night,
Just to burn the loneliness,
That’s killing him inside.^^