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It seemed very risky to walk through that bridge in the dark of night under the moon light
My choices were limited because I had to deliver these flowers so I had to walk through that bridge

I hold my thirst of missing her and therefore I am walking over that bridge under the moonlight
My first step on that bridge reminded me of the first time

I looked at her innocent face with tears in her eyes drinking a cup of red wine

As I’m walking my mind kept replaying all the moments we spent together
As I'm walking to the middle of the bridge I remembered the first time
we kissed and she told me she loved me and how much that warmed my spirit

As I continue along the bridge with only a few steps to go I wake from those
memories of her and remember she is dead and I am just crossing the bridge
to deliver flowers she had planted in our back yard over her grave

But my memories of her were too sad and heavy to pass under that risky bridge
it started to buckle and fell into the river along with me holding those flowers
I had to deliver

1/3/2013
The way from Ontario to Quebec province