| When they went to bed that night no-one would have believed
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| That in the morning light would not be there
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| The dark hung heavy on the air like the grip of a jealous man
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| No place was there known to have been spared
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| Then panic took control of minds as fear hit everyone
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| The day the light went out of the daytime sky
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| Artificial light could hardly penetrate the gloom
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| Nothing out of reach could be observed
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| Looting, pillage, murder, rape became the rule of that day
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| Who hit him no one knew or whom he hit
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| Cars were caught in pileups and the planes could never land
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| The day the light went out of the daytime sky
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| «Now I can rest here after my journey
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| Now I can feed here before I continue»
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| Some there were who’s heads were clear who sought, tried to find
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| The nature of this deadly foe, the dark
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| It seemed the sun was still somewhere though hidden from their sight
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| By something, though amorphous, yet alive
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| And so they looked for ways to rid themselves of the parasite
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| The day the light went out of the daytime sky
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| «Now I can rest here after my journey
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| Now I can feed here before I continue»
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| They tried in many fruitless ways to see the noonday sun
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| By blasting with their missiles through the dark
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| But soon a kind of sleepy state came over everyone
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| Till nothing seemed to stir or even breathe
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| And when the darkness chose to disappear not many had survived
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| Then came a shadow — another had arrived
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| And again the light went out the daytime sky |