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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. |
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[ Sorrow , from A Momentary Lapse Of Reason , by
Pink Floyd ]
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