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I can remember wooden tables, the beautiful waitress, the broken glass, the fantastic food, the joke of the drunk guy to the bathroom, musicians of all over the world, the Moroccan place for drink, the low light, the paper, and children’s drawings, card games, I lost, I won, my friends laughing, and she, the girl I love, but who does not love me, the beach, the sun, the moon, the fire, the waiter bringing woods, boats, join with the view of Amsterdam’s horizon, these three girls sitting here, and the girl I still love, and who still loves me not.