Cold hearted orb
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that rules the night
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Removes the colours
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from our sight
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Red is gray and yellow white
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But we decide which is right
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And which is an illusion
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Pinprick holes
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in a colourless sky
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Let insipid figures
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of light pass by
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The mighty light
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of ten thousand suns
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Challenges infinity
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and is soon gone
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Night time
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to some a brief interlude
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To others the fear of solitude
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Brave Helios wake up your steads
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Bring the warmth
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the countryside needs
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Day Begins
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| The Moody Blues |
