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So I am taken away and my hands are siamese

Wonder if they let me go, will I really be released?

My head, where the mind is, the soul – leans on the window

The trip none too bumpy, I cherish the tempo

I am processed for aggravated nonsense

Sitting in silence, life is surreal

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