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into_the_wild

The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby


Ah, look all the lonely people
Ah, look all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing a face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where they all belong ?
Father Mackenzie
Writing the words of a sermon
That no one comes hear
Look at him working
Drying his socks in the night ?
When there's nobody there
What does he care ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where they all belong ?
Ah, look all the lonely people
Ah, look all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried
Along with her name
Nobody's came
Father Mackenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where they all belong ?



Mrs Foster of 93A51 used this as a poem in one of our GP lessons way back in JC. Poignant, it left an indelible impression upon me. While chatting with awei over ICQ, the topic of lonely people cropped up, and immediately the music played in my mind.
We are all lonely people. Even with the best crowd. There's always this searching...
this searching for something
something that we know not
of.

Something
that's
that's
there
all
along
.

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Quote:" Even with the best crowd. There's always this searching... this searching for something something that we know not of "

Perhaps that's why we must always constantly remind ourselves that the best thing of all could be just around us and we are unawared of it. Cherish what you have now and be thankful and be happy.

Just a 10cent thought of mine =P

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