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Name: vylia
From: Colombia
Location: San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina
About me: Someone called me the jellyfish of sand... maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie.
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Monday, August 07, 2006,3:07 PM
The Smashing Pumpkins - Thirty - Three
Speak to me in a language I can hear
humour me before I have to go
deep in thought I forgive everyone
as the cluttered streets greet me once again
I know I can't be late,
supper's waiting on the table
tomorrow's just an excuse away
so I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own

The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet
at the blasphemy in my old jangly walk
steeple guide me to my heart and home
the sun is out and up and down again
I know I'll make it, love can last forever
graceful swans of never topple to the earth
and you can make it last, forever you
you can make it last, forever you
you can make it last

And for a moment I lose myself
wrapped up in the pleasures of the world
I've journeyed here and there and back again
but in the same old haunts I still find my friends
mysteries not ready to reveal
sympathies I'm ready to return
I'll make the effort, love can last forever
graceful swans of never topple to the earth
tomorrow's just an excuse
tomorrow's just an excuse
and you can make it last, forever you
you can make it last, forever you
you can make it last, forever you
forever you
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