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Cold hearted orb that rules the night, |
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Removes the colours from our sight. |
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Red is grey and yellow white, |
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But we decide which is right. |
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And which is an illusion? |
| [04:33.17] |
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky, |
| [04:36.12] |
Let insipid figures of light pass by. |
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The mighty light of ten thousand suns, |
| [04:44.05] |
Challenges infinity and is soon gone. |
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Nighttime, to some, a brief interlude, |
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To others, the fear of solitude. |
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Brave helios wake up your steeds, |
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Bring the warmth the countryside needs. |
