fanvid of Edward Bear's Last Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPeAL657lnk&feature=related

A guilty pleasure. Twas the Spring of '73 and one is young, and things seem permanent and important. And now they are like wisps of smoke, disappearing if one tries to clutch them. I'm not sure which is the bigger curse, to be young and naive and hope for some permanence, and peace or to be older and know that such is, at best, temporary.