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We have sang to the skies

Hoping he would hear us

Lanterns lit to honor the night

Like a beacon guiding the weary

We would wait

Dust stuck to our hands

Our eyes tired

Placing resin and blood

Beneath the old pine

If his hammer is brought down

To save the us from the plight

We raise juniper and honey

To the one sitting among clouds

The one crowned in thunderous might