Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
. . .
Pink Floyd, Echoes
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...You wouldn't find a better-fitting time to put this up...what i call good timing...
I won't say anything else for fear i might spoil the magic...
Thank you for all the things i have read so far in your blog my friend.
άψογη εις την αγγλικήν βλέπω!! να'σαι καλά φίλη μου, σ'ευχαριστώ πολύ!
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