…And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun…
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say…
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
—Pink Floyd’s “Time,” a track from “Dark Side of the Moon”
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