Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an East Wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast.
But it's God's Own Wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when The Storm has cleared. Start her up, Watson, for it's time that we were on Our Way.”
I had a dream. In fact, it was the night I met you.
In The Dream, there was Our World and The World was Dark because there weren't any Robins, and The Robins represented Love.
And for the longest time, there was just This Darkness.
And all of a sudden, thousands of Robins were set free, and they flew down and brought this Blinding Light of Love.
And it seemed like that Love would be the only thing that would make any difference.
And it DID.
So I guess it means
there is Trouble 'til The Robins come.
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