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Repeat bikes, they have the wind. Musks laugh, sticking to the teeth. The sea is Semaphore (ever green) and attracts them with each subsequent tide. They will stop loading (with beer), that the air is disobediently wet and is salty between the fingers. They will park in the sand, smelling (of oil, women and shellfish) and they will sing with Mottohead and Dio.