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Crossing the bridge where many lean to see |
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Over the rail to glance the trembling stream |
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Others stay to the center fearful it might sway |
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And all those who would choose to turn back the other way |
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But you and me have own bridge to cross |
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Weather worn and sea tossed |
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We've our own bridge to cross let's not |
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Make any excuses |
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I came upon someone's used and yellowed paperback |
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A collection of dreams and their meanings all conveyed |
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Seems to dream of a bridge denotes a thousand different things |
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If the planks are secure or the rope is broke or frayed |
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But you and me have own bridge to cross |
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Weather worn and sea tossed |
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We've our own bridge to cross let's not |
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Make any excuses |
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Na na na |
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You and me have own bridge to cross |
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Weather worn and sea tossed |
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We've our own bridge to cross let's not |
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Make any excuses |
