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The
only
people
for
me
are
the
mad
ones,
the
ones
who
are
mad
to
live,
mad
to
talk,
mad
to
be
saved,
desirous
of
everything
at
the
same
time,
the
ones
who
never
yawn
or
say
a
commonplace
thing,
but
burn,
burn,
burn,
like
fabulous
yellow
Roman
candles
exploding
like
spiders
across
the
stars,
and
in
the
middle,
you
see
the
blue
center-light
pop,
and
everybody
goes
ahh...
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