Yellow

The words that echo before audiorgasm of Clare Torry  envelopes lives of those who've had everything they could possibly fathom from life.

"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
Don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?"

One of the best rock music albums of all times by arguably one of the best musical band ever to have existed. Theirs was a story of the ebbs and flows that one expects in friendships panning the entire lifetime. Shine On was one such example.
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As they grew, they knew and they played,
In the soil, with the colors and the wise of age,
And then one day, they ploughed and lay,
Feed water and sun, protect by the night and by the day,
Until it escaped, their minds and her clay.

They grew, now apart, wedged by time,
While their toil, towards.
In the midst of catching up,
Of each with the sun,

The flower of the sun, now grown,
The lives of the boys, mellow,
The sun, the flower, the bond, the unknown,
Yellow.
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And that's why he'd go on, "I never said I was frightened of dying."

Happiness. We pursuit.

From the first step to the first word,
From the first bite to the last fight,
From the first light to the first sight,
From the first time to the last dime,
We think no tall and expend it all.

In the eyes of the mother, to the sight of the teacher,
In the heart of the wife, to the kin for life,
In the eyes of the dreamer, and the beat of the lover,
In the passion of the teen, for the friends which seem.

We ignore the truth,
And happiness, we pursuit.