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Chicken in the farmyard There's an oven in your bin You're growing old with sorrow You're growing fat with sin I was living in a graveyard I was hanging from the wall I was living in the desert I was trying not to fall Once I stood upon Olympus Then the heavens opened wide I beheld that flaming chariot And I saw the sacred bride Now and then my life seems truer Now and then my thought seems pure All in all, my thoughts are fewer Maybe death will be my cure