Shine on You Crazy Diamond VI-IX
Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for
truth and delusion, and shine
J.S: Death is the solution to all problems. No man = No problem.