Why I Love Pink Floyd
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on
it now
the child is grown
the dream is gone
I caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on
it now
the child is grown
the dream is gone
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