Love With a Bridge.

Love with a bridge.
The city was pretty
And the Pretty loves a bridge
But the heart of the bridge
Is rocky and hands are longer
Stretched between the banks of a river
Pretty watch the river, sky, and mountain
With a romantic mood.

Under construction begins the
Machines, mines are trying to
cut off the hands that hug her.
The rusty steel bars shakes
With a long cry fell into the river
Some technicians drowned some runs away

The city kissed the pillar legs and hold him on the chest
She took him to the middle of the mountains
That bridge with faith hold the city and mountain
Maybe the hands will be cut off in future
the city, "the beauty" never Romantic again.

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Love With a Bridge.

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