It changes a lot depending on a lot of things. But for a long time now it’s been this part from Bob Dylan’s song Mr Tambourine Man:
“Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes
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