Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Words are blunt instruments
15 June, 2011
David Gilmour
How I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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