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I've been having nightmares,
every single night,
of vintage theater goers,
screaming out in fright.

And tall iconic heagear,
descending to the floor.
I tell you mister therapist,
I can't take it no more.

Every night I'm flying,
every night I'm let,
in the back of Abraham Lincoln's head

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