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 Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening

 Possibly years I don't know

 Counting the passing hours, everything merges with the night

 I stand on the beach, giving out descriptions

 Different for everyone I see

 Since I just can't remember, longer than last September

 Santiago, under the volcano

 Floats like a cushion on the sea

 Yet I can never sleep here, everything ponders in the night

Solo

 Rosalie, we've been talking all summer

 Picking the straw from our clothes