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Drinking with Elliott
Here in St. Ides Heaven,
Knocking back anti-reality,
Bottle after bottle,
I become immortal
And while I ascend,
The Invisible Man plays,
Smiling with his ugly face,
And I tell him that he's good
As the world roars below,
With chaotic complexity,
I'm glad he's here with me,
To share a simple tune.
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