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Thursday, August 28, 2003

Silverchair - After All These Years lyrics

Breathe in the night
That crushed a tired sunrise
Born again the day
Brings young naivety

A laptop souvenir is worth its weight
In silver a golden son
You'll be home again
And I'll be home again

Mend in my sleep
I'm boxing under water
Waddle on the wake
Waking on a summer day

After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
Munificent, artless and ascetic
Playing like a scared
Enthusiastic pawn

And every father's pain
Casts a shadow over a broken son
You'll be whole again
And I'll be whole again

All those years
I was hurting to feel
Something more than life

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Saturday, August 09, 2003

william butler yeats - when you are old and grey and full of sleep

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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Wednesday, August 06, 2003

i'm not tired anymore.
i like the feeling of being myself again
*grins*

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Saturday, August 02, 2003

what cannot kill you only makes you stronger.
what excatly do all of you mean by being strong?
i don't really know.
all i know is, i get terribly tired.
but thanks anyway, i'll try.
really i will.

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