The axe is swift and reckless
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Feel the grain, split it wide
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Cut away to build the mansions
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Of banks and boards in distant hands
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The axeman looks to the sun
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Covered eyes, blind to silence
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The future is eroding
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The sacred past destroyed
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No damning feats of progress
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Comfort the unemployed
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The earth is shred and skun
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Fortune seekers hit and ru-un
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Barren earth, poisoned skies, wasted seas
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Will we see the light through the trees
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Before the last axe falls
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A sweet breeze of rage is blowing
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From forest to the town
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Slowly the tide is turning
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With love the seed is sown
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No time for feeling helpless
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We've change to make
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While there's still li-ife
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Lessons learnt quickly fade, memories
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Will we see the light through the trees
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As the last axe falls
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Still Life
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| Redgum |
