{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":" She (Elvis Costello)","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=191216&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=191216&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"She\r\nMay be the face I can't forget\r\nThe trace of pleasure or regret\r\nMay be my treasure or the price I have to pay\r\nShe\r\nMay be the song that summer sings\r\nMay be the chill that autumn brings\r\nMay be a hundred different things\r\nWithin the measure of a day\r\n\r\nShe\r\nMay be the beauty or the beast\r\nMay be the famine or the feast\r\nMay turn each day into a heaven or a hell\r\nShe may be the mirror of my dreams\r\nThe smile reflected in a stream\r\nShe may not be what she may seem\r\nInside her shell\r\n\r\nShe\r\nWho always seems so happy in a crowd\r\nWhose eyes can be so private and so proud\r\nNo one's allowed to see them when they cry\r\nShe\r\nMay be the love that cannot hope to last\r\nMay come to me from shadows of the past\r\nThat I'll remember till the day I die\r\n\r\nShe\r\nMay be the reason I survive\r\nThe why and wherefore I'm alive\r\nThe one I'll care for through the rough in ready years\r\nMe\r\nI'll take her laughter and her tears\r\nAnd make them all my souvenirs\r\nFor where she goes I've got to be\r\nThe meaning of my life is\r\n\r\nShe\r\nShe, oh she\r\n\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/1\/9\/1\/_\/191216_30860_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"191216"}