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Starving for a feast at the head
Of the famine table
I'll strip the bark from a dog
If I can't cut something to eat
The musculature is grinding shut
And dying without a word
Unlike the laughter of the horses
Who won't leave their burning barn behind
Because it's home
Starving for a feast at the head
Of the famine table
I'll skin the fur from a tree
If I can't cut something to eat
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