Windsurfers.by the StrumbellasThe window looked out to the lakeThe walls smelled of a 100 years of hard daysThe windsurfer stayed in my mindWatching them surf as the hours passed byWho would have thought I'd be hoping to get back nowWho would have thought I'd be hoping to get back no We walked in the night …
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