Human Hands

[00:00.81]	Human Hands - Bowerbirds
[00:12.39]	When I wake, I wake by the brook,
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[00:18.20]	To an untamed thunder,
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[00:22.70]	And the northern flicker flash about
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[00:28.36]	as the soup in the sky grows thicker.
[00:33.09]	But I tip my cap and curtsy and I take no offense
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[00:43.37]	Because there is no hate in your darkest cloud.
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[00:51.59]	No ill intent.
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[00:57.83]	Yet there is hate all around.
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[01:05.28]	On its hind legs, rears this storm,
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[01:10.62]	and the pines bend from its wily sword.
[01:15.66]	Yet there is no war, no war,
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[01:20.96]	No quarrel here at all.
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[01:26.04]	And the deer shake in their hooves and shield their fawn.
[01:36.31]	And when the rain comes, the rain comes.
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[01:44.85]	No judgement falls.
[01:51.23]	Yet there is hate all around.
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[02:19.36]	There's a rusty prick in the tall grass,
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[02:25.56]	Where the barbed wire waits for a blind horse
[02:33.02]	in a gallop and its sealed and sudden fate.
[02:40.92]	There is hate in the grip of our human hands.
[02:51.72]	There is hate in the grip of our human hands.
[03:02.53]	There is hate in the grip of our human hands.
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[03:09.15]	Yes, there is hate all around.
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