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The one that gets to me the most, I was wondering around Amsterdam in the middle of the night, a few years ago, thinking of my mother, who was in Holland during the pre war years. Wondered if she ever passed on these streets when she was a child.
In the morning when I got up to have breakfeast, stopped at a random restaurant, been sitting for a bit, waiting for the order. When a song came on, the same one I played for her, on her deathbed.
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