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AMSTERDAM
HILTON
The Amsterdam Hilton
Not the “Paris”
one
You’re life ended there and then
Took a dive like a swan
But was
never ever alone
A blitzkrieg on our senses
“Ein blitzkrieg” for everyone
to see
With great art
Comes great irresponsibility
A flaming tornado
In the city of the land
Where you have to excuse yourself for being
alive
Naked and pure the spirit
that transcends the existence mediocre
For Herman Brood
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