Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey, and yellow white
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion.

Pinprick holes in a colorless sky,
Let incipient figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
  Challenges infinity and is soon gone.

Night time, to some, a brief interlude,
To others, the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds,
Bring us the warmth the countryside needs.



The Day Begins (Moody Blues)

 


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