Selon Keith <keith.nellist_at_K4sM3V8VNvIAAO0I8n_YfdxdpZmiCIIpsKpXOCGhd12TUmhm7-C3TNjcZCq8Efa7F04Ar1v5xZVOov2iVsLq85zRsw.yahoo.invalid>:
> There's a pulse in the new-born sun;
> A beat in the heat of noon;
> There's a song as the day grows long,
> And a tempo in the tides of the moon.
> It's all around us and it's everywhere,
> And it's deeper than Royal blue.
> And it feels so real you can feel the feeling!
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> When we die, do we haunt the sky?
> Do we lurk in the murk of the seas?
> What then? Are we born again?
> Just to sit asking questions like these?
> I know, for I told me so,
> And I'm sure each of you quite agrees:
> The more it stays the same, the less it changes!
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> [Coincidentally, it is also some of the lyrics from the Majesty of Rock by
> Spinal Tap]
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