Black Hand

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The hand of a man
That strikes in the dark
The face of that man
You’ll never love
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If you’re like a tree in the desert
But
That tree has gone
And now
Someone is trying
To dig the root
That has spreading wide
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We came
From the States to the world
Thinking
That the reason was there
But a hand
That hides in the dark
Strikes again
And leaves no
Name