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Bitter branches |
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spreading out. |
| [00:36.45] |
There's none more bitter |
| [00:39.76] |
than the wood. |
| [00:43.63] |
Into the wide world, |
| [00:47.32] |
it grows, |
| [00:49.58] |
twisting under |
| [00:52.33] |
soldier's feet, |
| [00:55.52] |
standing in line |
| [00:57.83] |
and the damp earth underneath. |
| [01:02.26] |
Holding up their rifles |
| [01:04.95] |
high, |
| [01:06.08] |
holding their young wives |
| [01:11.52] |
who wave goodbye. |
| [01:16.14] |
|
| [01:27.49] |
Hold up the clear glass |
| [01:30.43] |
to look and see |
| [01:33.37] |
soldiers standing |
| [01:35.68] |
and the roots twist underneath. |
| [01:40.56] |
Their young wives with white hands |
| [01:43.43] |
wave goodbye. |
| [01:46.12] |
Their arms as bitter branches |
| [01:48.99] |
spreading into the world. |
| [01:52.56] |
Wave goodbye, |
| [01:55.81] |
Wave goodbye.... |
