I'm standing
On one side of the bridge
and you are standing on the other
we used to meet in the middle
and now we are far apart
the fog comes in and obscures the view
but I can still see you in the distance
then bit by bit
stones fall
and soon the bridge collapses
I can't touch you
I can't hold you
And soon you disappear
it's over
over
over
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