Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Remember when the scenery started fading;
I held you ‘til you learned to walk on air.
So don’t look down, the ground is gone,
there’s no one waving anyway.
The smokey life is practiced

دور همين نقطه كه بچرخي / دور خودت چرخيده اي كه بچرخي دور خودت
hummmmmmm... khosham mi-aye!
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