Break, Break, Break - Alfred Lord Tennyson

Break, break, break,

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!

And I would that my tongue could utter

The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman's boy,

That he shouts for his sister at play!

O well for the sailor lad,

that he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on

To their haven under the hill;

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break

At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!

But the tender grace of a day that is dead

Will never come back to me.

Can't stop hearing this. Pertama kali denger waktu dibawakan sama PSGS. Ya walaupun memang bukan lagu (ini puisi ya), tapi mereka tetep bisa bawain dengan sangat apik. Sukses deh buat PSGS. :D