| I am Mai Noda’s strawberry iMac
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| Switch on my screen
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| A strawberry coloured Apple computer
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| Also in green
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| I sit in the gloom of this little room
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| Emitting a luminous hum
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| Deep in my pink
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| Translucent sleep
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| Waiting for Mai to come home
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| This is our world, iMac and Mai
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| Here in our room
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| Body and mind and industrial design
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| Under the moon
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| Translucent and pink I sit on the table
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| Designed by the Englishman Ive
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| A few sparks of static make my screen crackle
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| As I come alive
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| I rise from my deep translucent sleep
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| Mai sits there reading a book
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| Mai takes a bath
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| And when she’s clean
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| Mai reads Queneau, Bataille and Celine
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| This is our world, iMac and Mai
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| Here in our room
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| One human being and her machine
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| Together alone
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| Bare on her flat tatami mat
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| Mai turns the page
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| Lost in her dream
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| Lithe as a cat
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| With thoughts that are strange
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| Mai turns to me
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| And I see
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| Her face in the frame of my screen
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| She looks like a goldfish
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| Voluptuous and naked
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| Golden and green
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| This is our world, iMac and Mai
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| Here in our room
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| The crackling of Bebop on chunky black vinyl
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| A modem negotiates the line
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| Her favourite PostPet, a small yellow rabbit
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| Brings Mai her mail
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| Outside the rain, the sweet summer rain
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| Falls on the wall
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| This is our world, iMac and Mai
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| Here in our room
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| One human being and her machine
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| Under the moon |