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Play It Again, Sam

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I am a caterpillar;
This flesh is my cocoon.
Someday I’ll spread my wings;
I do not know how soon.
I’ll leave this all behind:
All sadness…

I suppose when the coroner finds me dead on the floor and he strips my body searching for clues to my death, he will scratch his head…

That’s not the light at
the end of the tunnel. Shit!
That’s a fucking fire!