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Amsterdam bicycles know their role well:
Run in front of their eyes,
So, they will admire you!!
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Their air wheels
Pick up the shadows of your body from the roads
To pitch them in the wind like a tent
For the birds of the fields,
Wounded by the trenches of water, to take refuge in.
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Its passengers race towards you...
Waving their hats,
Spotted like their cowhides,
Inviting you to stroll across the city's surface
On a new carpet of wind,
One that Scheherazade never rode,
And no writer's imagination ever conceived.
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O daughter of the East...
O granddaughter of poetry and sleepless nights...
Holland will cherish the beads of sweat
that flow from you,
to revive the flowers of lovers
during the dry hours.
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