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| The ones for me are the mad ones, | |
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| the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved | |
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| desirous of everything at the same time | |
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| or say a commonplace thing | |
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| but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. | |
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