△1:= 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 truth is, I can't say any more.
△2:= 'Cause I love you. Yes I love you. O how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand. Just what I'm going through, they can't understand. Some try to tell me, thoughts they can not defend. Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
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Breathe deep the gathering gloom. Watch lights fade from every room. Bed sitter people look back and lament. Another day's useless energy is spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one. Lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son. Senior citizens wish they were young. Cold-hearted orb that rules the night. Removes the colors from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white. But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion.
Nights in White Satin (1967), sung by The Moody Blues. Music by Justin Hayward. The poem near the end is called Late Lament, by drummer Graeme Edge.