Escuchar The Wall un sábado lluvioso a la tarde es casi perfecto.

La perfección se alcanza cuando se larga una copiosa lluvia justo en el momento en el cual comienza Comfortably Numb.

I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.

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