 Fireworks explode in a summer sky as throngs of pulsing bodies rush by Munching on rice balls and raw fish my mind bursts into a panasonic orgy Red from sake my throat feels dry as boxes of toys bags of popcorn and strips of fried octopus explode with a volley of rockets Too drunk to think I dance all night Tomorrow's headache can wait - for this moment satori is here as spectators sigh, "Ahh!" while their feet sway |
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