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A poem for your 33rd birthday As the years pass by you learn only little matters it comes down to the rain, the sea, a morning coffee old love new love making love on a hotel floor in Barcelona a final kiss, a drunken fight running through the airport hall laughing drinking old wine in a small Amsterdam apartment, sharing a cigarette naked at the open window a smile, a letter, the man playing the piano in central station the girl flirting in front of me at the coffee corner biking the city streets high on xtc the days, the nights the dreams and the nightmares forgetting this would be a waste for living it some say out of sight, out of mind they must have never shared a line of cocaine in the bathroom at 5 a.m. whilst listing to the rain.