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One Response to “Urban Evening”

1. DJ NIC Says:
   25 June 2007 at 9:44 am

   Dude,
   Dat chrome sky might indeed remind us of radio, live transmission. Yeah bro, got me ? As the other mate used 2 sing: Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
   Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
   We would have a fine time living in the night,
   Left to blind destruction,
   Waiting for our sight.
   And u no wot, buddy : we could dance dude. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio. djn

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