Aside

At first bridge


A new gate in the door of war
love painting all of view
your smelle agains the sky
and all the excited and yor pressure gay
its cold war but we live with it
its great war but we love at it
its runid our city but we dusty the ruin with love
we should end the war
we should break it up
while we crossed the first bridge
there cloud forget to run after the wind
there we set and still
seting weth little stream
oh…our dream
oh…our dream
noisy and full like the war
and love danced in our veins more and more
in our city
sky and stream spoke nt suddnly in love
but war spoke ugly in stafe
and your eyes spoke much to say
at first bridge i reaply
i love you dear…

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