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I am the Juniper.
Interweaving arms serve as anchors to this arid plain.
Waiting in the desert for that cold breeze to roll on through.
Looking for the fire that all this smoke will lead me to.
I am the Juniper.
Letting the world revolve around this stagnant pose.
I fear there is nothing I have done
except wait for the sky to fall
so I can reach the Sun.
Interweaving arms serve as anchors to this arid plain.
Waiting in the desert for that cold breeze to roll on through.
Looking for the fire that all this smoke will lead me to.
I am the Juniper.
Letting the world revolve around this stagnant pose.
I fear there is nothing I have done
except wait for the sky to fall
so I can reach the Sun.
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