"I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us from heaven. And I see
you ridin' a big red horse, and you're driving them horses, whippin' 'em, and
the're spitting and frothing all 'long the mouth, and the're coming right at
us. And I see the future, and there's no death, 'cause you and I, we're
angels..."
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