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I want to walk over a

fire on a tight rope

and have hot feet

but the rope to not

burn and my soles

to stay nice and

safe when I land I’ll

fall deep into

a certain type of

laughter and the

teeth in the mouth

will be nice laughing

and the fire light

will make my desires

rabid.  When the

tour stops and the

whisky bottle explodes

in my hands and I

walk over it, that

will be good too.