I feel a strange beat within me
That pacifies my heart to cheer
It is a borrowed courage from thee
That champions the hunting of the desert deer
I taste a strange meal in me
It is the story of the kitchen
A lobbying ladle of the soup-sea
That swaddle the venison like a chicken
My guts will regurgitate them out
Strangeness of joy are enjoyed by the fool
Better stay thirsty in a drought
Than drink a strange drink and be strangely full
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