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Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening

Possibly years I don't know

Counting the passing hours, everything merges with the night

I stand on the beach, giving out descriptions

Different for everyone I see

Since I just can't remember, longer than last September

Santiago, under the volcano

Floats like a cushion on the sea

Yet I can never sleep here, everything ponders in the night

Solo

Rosalie, we've been talking all summer

Picking the straw from our clothes