Goin' to town today.
Let a lot of light into the apartment.
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
The important thing is that you're SINGING when you're eating.
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