Love With a Bridge.
The city was pretty
And the Pretty loves a bridge.
But the heart of that bridge,
Is rocky and hands are longer...
Stretched between the banks of a river
Handrails the seat for a flock of love birds
Pretty watch the river, sky, and mountain
With a romantic mood.
Under construction begins,
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 tightly him on the chest
She took him to the middle of the mountains
That bridge with faith, holdfast the city and mountain.
Maybe the hands will be cut off in future
The beauty is never romantic again.
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