An eternity waits
it's the bane of all man
we search fora price
search as hard as we can.
For the Juniper's power,
was such a grand prize
For a Juniper Flower
wasn't shrouded in lies.
But their petals fall
beneath these dark skies
it's the bane of all man
to prolong our lives
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