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<Ht}a W irt,' Rodrigue
March tS. 1071

m ake up a dull day. Fritter and waste the
hours in an off around in a piece of ground in your hometown
waiting for som eon^P P M pR hing to show you the way. Tired of living in the
sunshine, staying hom e to watch the rain and you are young and life is long. And
then one day you find ten years have got behind you, no one told you w hehto
run. You missed the starting gun, and you run you run to catch up with the sun
but it’s sinking racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same
in a relative way but you’re older. Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Evervtyear is gettin shorter, never seem to find the time. Breathe, breathe In the
air don’t be afraid to care. Leave, don’t leave me. Look around choose your
own ground; all you live and high you fly smiles you'll give and tear* you’ll cry.
All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be, Run rabbit run, dig that
whole against the sun. When at last the work Is done don't alt down, dig another
one. All you live, all you fly but only if you’ll ride the tide balanced on the biggest
wave race towards another grave.
Pink Floyd

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