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and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply
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and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece
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of mental furniture,
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a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet,
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and even that imaginary,
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nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination
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Ah, Carl,
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while you are not safe
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I am not safe,
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and now you're really in the total animal soup of time...
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After I got out of the mental hospital,
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I had a period of fear where...