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  • < I will understand, someday, one day...>>
    I sing while watching the world through my window, bus window I mean; amazing things can happen on the bus. As I keep on waiting for the bus to move, I think of the words of that wonderful song. A song that grew on me... Its almost as if all of the sudden I am somewhere else, and I know...
    "That I would not mind knowing..."
    And I can almost picture myself there: sitting, moving my lips slowly repeating the lyrics, with a half half smile on my face, still waiting...
    Then the bus starts moving again, and the song finishes.
    And thats the moment when I go and say: ...one day, maybe baby...
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