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I'm the bridge under the train that speedy flies 

I'm the bridge under the train that spedy flies

When you are passing by, 

You reverbate in me ....


You may or may not listen, 

But l keep mumbling your name. 


On the way to endless journey, 

light your memories up, 

to keep me warm. 

I'm the bridge under the train that speedy flies 

When you are passing, 

You reverbate in me. 


The wooden locks 

That shut the sight 

Need to be open with gesturng eyes 

The wooden locks 

That shut the sight 

Need to be open with gesturing eyes ...

The night hasn't ended 

Since its fall I have been waiting 


Let the intentions now to be less honorable, 

Let the intentions now to be less honorable, a little sly 

I'm a water bubble, 

I burst 

I cease to be

As your height  crosses, my mind touches me .

I'm the bridge under the train that speedy flies 

When you are passing by, 

You reverbate in me. 

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