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"Juice is my beverage
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in pulpy pastures.
He leads me beside quiet juices. He restores my blood sugar.
He guides me in the path of fruitiness for His name's sake.
Even though I walk through the aisle of the shadow of Soda,
I will fear no carbonation, for Juice is with me.
Your straw and your carton, they comfort me.
You prepare a meal before me, in the prescence of milk,
You anoint my head with juice, my cup overflows.
Surely sweetness and apples will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Citrus forever.
Amen."