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Sing me The Song of Songs.
Don't know the words.
Then sing the notes.
Don't know the notes.
Then simply hum.
Forgot the tune.
Then press my ear
to your ear
and sing what you hear.
But tomorrow I'll be a different person, never again the person I was. Not that anyone will notice ... On the outside nothing will be different. But something inside has burned up and vanished. This is the last day for the person I am right now. The very last twilight. When dawn comes, the person I am won't be here anymore. Someone else will occupy this body.
- Haruki Murakami,
Sputnik Sweetheart