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I'll Write To You. A Super-long Letter, Like In An Old-fashioned Novel

Nights Without Work I Spend With Whisky And Books.

Her Smile Steps Offstage For A Moment, Then Does An Encore, All While I'm Dealing With My Blushing Face.

It Is Hard To Be An Individual In Japan.

You Can Hide As Cleverly As You Like, But In The Final Analysis Mimicry Is Deception, Pure And Simple. It Doesn't Solve A Thing.