There were no drink
That slakes as much,
As the drafts of air
We draw as breath.
There were no bath
That warms as much
As the beats of blood
That soak our flesh.
There were no balm
That soothes as much
As the flush of sweat
Weeping from our skin.
There were no luxury
That delights as much
As the health of a body

In which we were born.

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