2008-05-27 21:16
Music of the Night PHANTOM Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation ÉîÒ¹ÀÿһÖָоõ¶¼ÔÚ½¥½¥¸´ËÕ Darkness wakes and stirs imagination ºÚ°µ»½ÐѲ¢´Ì¼¤×Żþõ Silently the senses abandon their defenses ÎÞÉùÖУ¬ËùÓийٷÅÏÂÁË·À±¸ Helpless to resist the notes I write ÎÞ·¨¿¹¾ÜÎÒ±ÊÏÂÀÖ·ûµÄÓÕ»ó For I compos |
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2008-05-26 23:06
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2008-05-26 14:57
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2008-05-18 23:38
"Walking Eagle"
President Bush was invited to address a major gathering of the American Indian Nation last weekend in Arizona. He spoke for almost an hour on his future plans for increasing every Native American's present standard of living. He referred to his |
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2008-05-18 20:30
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2008-05-14 00:08
2008-05-09 01:54
| I don't remember when it was the first time I heard Edith Piaf sang; most probably it was on an old rerun of the Ed Sullivan show back in the early 60s. I was so impressed that I went out and bought two vinyl records (called 33 rpms or LPs in those days.) But h |
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2008-05-08 01:34
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