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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Floyd" data-source="post: 26" data-attributes="member: 1">Burning Bridges.Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadowFlickering between the linesStolen mormons floating softly on the airGone on wings of fire and climbing higherAncient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sidesDreaming of a new day, cast aside the other wayMagic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flamesLies in her eyesThe door it stands a jarIt was, it once was high beyond the guilded cageBeyond the reach of time, the moment is at handShe breaks the golden bandThe Gold It's In The...Come on my friend, let's make for the hillsThey say there's gold and I'm looking for thrillsYou can get your hands on whatever we find'cause I've only come along for the rideWell you go your way and I'll go mineI don't care if we get there on timeEverybody's searching for something, they sayI'll get my kicks on the wayOver the mountains, across the seaWho knows what may be waiting for meI could sail forever to strange sounding namesFaces of people and places don't changeAll I have to do is just close my eyesTo see the seagulls wheeling in the far distant skiesAll I wanna tell you, all I wanna sayIs count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stayWot's... Uh The Deal.Heaven sent the promised landLooks alright from where I stand'cause I'm the man on the outside looking inWaiting on the first stepShow me where the key is keptPoint me down the right line 'cause it's timeTo let me in from the cold, turn my lead into gold'cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soulAnd I think I'm growing oldFlash... the red is... wot's... uh dealGot to make it to the next mealTry to keep up with the turning of the wheelMile after mile, stone after stoneYou turn to speak but you're aloneMillion miles from home you're on your ownFly kite by candle lightWith her by my sideWish she prefers we never stir againSomeone sent the promised landWell I grabbed it with both handsNow I'm the man on the inside looking outHear me shout, come on inWhat's the news, where you've been'cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown oldChildhood's End.You shout in your sleepThat's the price, it's just too steepIs your conscience at restIt was put to the testYou awake with a startJust the beating of your heartJust one man beneath the skyJust two ears, just two eyesYou said, sail across the seaLong past thoughts and memoriesChildhood's end: your fantasiesMerging harsh realitiesAnd then as the sail is hoistYou'll find your eyes are growing moistAnd all the fears never voicedSay you have to make the final choiceWho are you and who am ITo say we know the reason whySome are born, some men dieBeneath one infinite skyThere'll be war and there'll be peaceBut anything one day will ceaseAll the iron turn to rustAll the proud men turn to dustSo all things time will mendSo this song will endFree Four.One two three fourThe memories of a man in his old ageAre the deeds of a man in his primeYou shuffle in the gloom of the sick roomAnd talk to yourself as you dieLife is a short warm momentAnd death is a long cold restYou get your chance to try the twinkling of an eyeEighty years with luck or even lessSo all aboard for the American tourAnd maybe you'll make it to the topBut mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I knowYou may find it hard to get offBut you are the angel of deathAnd I am the dead man's sonHe was buried like a mole in a fox-holeAnd everyone's still on the runAnd who is the master of foxhoundsAnd who says the hunt is begunAnd who calls the tune in the court-roomAnd who beats the funeral drumStay.Stay and help me to end the dayAnd if you don't mind, we'll break a bottle of wineStick around and maybe we'll get one down'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyesMidnight blue, burning goldA yellow moon is growing coldI rise, looking through my morning eyesSurpised to find you by my sideLight my brain, don't try to remember your nameTo find the words to tell you goodbyeMorning dews, newborn dayMidnight blue turned to greyMidnight blue, burning goldA yellow moon is growing cold.</blockquote>

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