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Powderfinger - Hurried Bloom

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She has a hand of reasons to lose him

He liberates her often hidden smile

She buried trust faded away

He swallowed any promises they made



Darkness to weave its silent track

Stars decorate a shroud of black

Night closed the door on a fertile mind

And captured the light that the day worked so hard to provide



Vibrant golden hues

Melt into morning's hurried bloom

Whisper the secrets from night to day

Bird announces the dawning and fills it with praise



And the wound slowly heals



Voiceless inferior

Voiceless inferior



And the wound slowly heals



Moon raise your head

From a soft horizon bead

Shine on a thirsty ground

Merciless sun steals the water for the sky to drown