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34 We know of neighborhoods
Like no one else
Nobody knows them
Not the way I do.
We pass them frequently
On bicycle rides
They are not strangers
Passing by,
Everyday inhabitants
Of the neighbourhoods of dreams.
I never questioned
This unpredictability
These are the days
Of the bicycle rides,
Long forgotten
And left behind
When things start to crumble
In uncertain times
We find a friend
Go for a bicycle rides
Leaving reality
Far behind.
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