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Across the bridge

where waters run

and bluebells ring

lies one sweet maiden

who often sings

sweet melodies

of bitter times

all of which left

within her mind

and yet she sings

and carries on strong

across the bridge

across the grass

that one sweet maiden

is often passed

because her songs are blue

and her tears are cold

just waiting there

for someone to hold