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I love it when you blink your eyes
Underneath my rippling skies
Pictured you inside my welcome
I hope that we don't come undone

Freed from this our wasteland prison
Hold me captive with you instead
My heart I can feel it waken
My vision opens I await

Now some of you might think I mean random music from a broad that I know. This is not what I meant... I rarely refer to women as "broads", it's sort of uncouth and rude to be honest. Actually on second thought I might need to do so more often. Back to my point - music from other nations and in other languages. Over the past few years this has ( Read more... )

I don't know how to use this..

I previously had a Xanga (I believe), but cannot for the life of me remember how to log in. And I have another one of these, a very old one, floating about. But this'll have to do me for now. Space space space.