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When I Die I Have Visions Of Fags Singing 'over The Rainbow' And The Flag At Fire Island Being Flown At Half Mast.

I Truly Have A Great Love For An Audience, And I Used To Want To Prove It To Them By Giving Them Blood.

We Cast Away Priceless Time In Dreams, Born Of Imagination, Fed Upon Illusion, And Put To Death By Reality.

Birds Fly Over The Rainbow. Why Then, Oh, Why Can't I?

If I'm Such A Legend, Then Why Am I So Lonely? Let Me Tell You, Legends Are All Very Well If You've Got Somebody Around Who Loves You.