The waiter continues his loop, but when Pal apologizes or asks those questions, the waiter's eyes seem to have a little more life in them and they flit around. In a soft, gentle voice, the waiter sings quietly, and rather beautifully:
"How they dance in the courtyard...sweet summer sweat..."
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"How they dance in the courtyard...sweet summer sweat..."
"Some....dance.....remember....some dance to....forget"