Took a walk in Rotterdam, thinking about her train.
All along the banls of memory, holding tide away.
And on the end of every corner i could almost hear her sound.
Time went by in ecstasy, walking next to walls.
And the color of the water, was the rails that she was on.
And when the whistles blew far away, i felt she knew somehow.
For the train often rattles, from the rails shaking ground.
I close my eyes and almost hear her now.
Took a walk in Rotterdam, dodging spoke and wheel.
And a few unnerving riders, agile or insane.
And the rest, victims of fas
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