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In Amsterdam,
I dreamt I saw my mother again.
Same beautiful pale blue eyes.
This is the one I was talking about.
When I lost her...
I lost sight of any landmark
that might have led me some place happier.
You're the boy, aren't you?
The boy whose mother was killed?
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We all feel afraid sometimes.
You never know...
what's going to decide your future.
To lose something...
that should
Please, tell me...
it isn't true.