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		<title>Eagles: Hotel California - Historie editací</title>
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		<title>Milan.Kerslager: Založení stránky</title>
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				<updated>2011-08-13T17:43:25Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Založení stránky&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nová stránka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air&lt;br /&gt;
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim&lt;br /&gt;
I had to stop for the night&lt;br /&gt;
There she stood in the doorway;&lt;br /&gt;
I heard the mission bell&lt;br /&gt;
And I was thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’&lt;br /&gt;
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;
There were voices down the corridor,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I heard them say...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;
Welcome to the hotel California&lt;br /&gt;
Such a lovely place&lt;br /&gt;
Such a lovely face&lt;br /&gt;
Plenty of room at the hotel California&lt;br /&gt;
Any time of year, you can find it here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz&lt;br /&gt;
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends&lt;br /&gt;
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.&lt;br /&gt;
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I called up the captain,&lt;br /&gt;
’please bring me my wine’&lt;br /&gt;
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’&lt;br /&gt;
And still those voices are calling from far away,&lt;br /&gt;
Wake you up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;
Just to hear them say...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mirrors on the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;
The pink champagne on ice&lt;br /&gt;
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’&lt;br /&gt;
And in the master’s chambers,&lt;br /&gt;
They gathered for the feast&lt;br /&gt;
The stab it with their steely knives,&lt;br /&gt;
But they just can’t kill the beast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last thing I remember, I was&lt;br /&gt;
Running for the door&lt;br /&gt;
I had to find the passage back&lt;br /&gt;
To the place I was before&lt;br /&gt;
’relax,’ said the night man,&lt;br /&gt;
We are programmed to receive.&lt;br /&gt;
You can checkout any time you like,&lt;br /&gt;
But you can never leave!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Milan.Kerslager</name></author>	</entry>

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