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jeudi 18 juillet 2002 (2 posts)
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of
smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of
green fields and rivers, But awakes to a morning with no reason for
waking He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his youth
or a dream, he can't be precise He's chained forever to a world
that's departed It's not enough, it's not enough His blood has
frozen & curdled with fright His knees have trembled &
given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered One world, one soul Time pass, the river
rolls It's not enough it's not enough His hand has faltered And he
talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies
that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim
intimation of what is to be There's an unceasing wind that blows
through this night And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my
sight And silence that speaks so much louder that words, Of
promises broken David Gilmour - A Momentary lapse of reason (en
fait plutot la version Pulse, la seule valable :P )

Corsac@07:08:32 (Echoes)

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