Clearly the darkness is the light's last color
Where it all gets broken down
All the colors rushing in
From the periphery to blind night's
Bestrewn darkness
Where it's raining
On half the earth
And on the other half
Sunlight pours in
Where the colors take their places
Having suffered enough for one day
Floating a bridge across the abyss
Hurry or you'll miss it
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