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and yet, dear friends, these triumphs leave me sad
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in the midst of all this pomp and glitter
I always remember that our play was written
on that old Remington No 2 typewriter
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and on a never to be forgotten diet of Frankfurters
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my heart is in the highlands of Montmartre
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and the night finds me pale and thoughtful
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waiting for the end of my exile,
when the three of us
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Athos, Portus and Mlle d'Artangnan
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will sit in the royal box at the opening of ...
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start the letter over
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dear George and Gilda
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good luck
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as ever, Tom
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- good evening Mr Chambers
- how's the house tonight?
- completely sold out
- advance sales?
- colossal
- audience behaving?
- angelic
- applauding?
- terrific
- thanks
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- how's the program selling tonight?
- enormous
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- busy?
- tremendous