Far away, across the fields, the tolling of the iron bell
draws the faithful to their knees, with its softly spoken magic spell
-- Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon
All that you touch, And all you create,
All that you see And all you destroy,
All that you taste, All that you do,
All you feel, And all you say,
And all that you love, All that you eat,
And all that you hate, And everyone you meet,
All you distrust, All that you slight,
All you save, And everyone you fight,
And all that you give, And all that is now,
And all that you deal, And all that is gone,
All that you buy, And all that's to come,
Beg, borrow or steal, And everything under the sun is
in tune,
But the sun is eclipsed
By the moon....
