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    in time the hissing of her sanity
    faded out her voice and soiled her name
    and like marked pages in a diary
    everything seemed clean that is unstained
    the incoherent talk of ordinary days
    why would we really need to live?
    decide what is clear and what's within a haze
    what you should take and what to give
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