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When desert begins to shift, and sand takes its form

Trees turn with dust, breath like fire

Their skin held their soul,

But cut ‘em loose

And watch ‘em fly

Way, way up until we’re all blinded by the sun

And black is light

And sight is black

Lay ‘em out and hold ‘em down

No one’s leaving ‘til I’m euphoric!

I am one with the wilderness!

I stole the sky!

I am the eater of birds!