When darkness yields and bows to light
and creepy crawlies scatter back
into the shadows of the night
leaving no signal and no track
A thousand thousand silver shards
ignite the landscape down below
the charioteer sends his regards
wake up, wake up, you're way too slow
What is this beast that’s shining through
racing across the velvet sky
and turning it from black to blue
Apollo's chariot, up high
The creepy crawlies had their time
whilst feasting on their own desires
but now the sunlight shines, sublime
and they've put on their day attires
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