Our friends Rafa and Sonia were down from Madrid for a bit. I went for a walk this morning and saw a pair of larks: over breakfast, I was wondering what the Spanish for 'lark' was. Rafa, immediately: 'alondra'. This, he smiled, is entirely due to his lifelong love of Liverpool FC. All together now:
When you walk through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone.
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