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Moody Blues Days Of Future Passed

I see it all through my window it seems Never failing, like millions of bees All that is wrong No time will be won All they need to do What can be done

Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before Just what the

When the sun goes down, And the clouds all frown, Night has begun for the sunset. See it with your eyes, Earth's re-energized, By the sun's rays everyday

I see it all through my window it seems, Never failing, like millions of bees. Pull out the drawer, no time to be won, Only to do, what can be done.

Red is grey and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion? Pinprick holes in a colourless sky, Let insipid figures of light pass