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The name "Tokyo" may ring a bell,  One of the best known cities, from what I can tell. It's a shame that no one talks about southern Japan, beautiful and full of temples that are quite grand. 
One cannot fathom The feelings of worthlessness Not fully Not the way the poor bit of rice at the bottom of the bowl does   No one wants it
Rice. Girl you are hot like rice. Sticky and sweet. Nice and red hot. Thin and savory. How ever you are served you come hot and ready. You're so open and free that people across the world eat you.
Paper mask you fold so well No one can see your crinkles and wrinkles 
One bowl for you One bowl for me Hey, dont gotta worry
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