(Sorrow - Pink Floyd)
Out in the wind...oh!
do still my dreams breathe?
Out in the night
losing my fair star light...
He was silent for a while.
"... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence -- that which makes its truth, its meaning its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream: alone..."
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