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It’s a peaceful morning today, and I still have 3 days of holiday to enjoy doing nothing.
I sat comfortably numb, hugging my dear Alfira on my lap.
I caressed the curvy body of her, still tight and lusty even after decades of romance…
My naughty fingers were lingering up and down her slender neck.
Gently I pinched her ear… she moaned.

I sang her a lullaby, a classic acoustic masterpiece by Pink Floyd.

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Wish You Were Here (Waters, Gilmour) 5:17

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change.
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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You were right Wingman, ‘Alfira’ is my dear Fernandes acoustic guitar.
So Collinar,… Cold comfort for change. Did you exchange a walk on part in the war; for a lead role in a cage?