The Bridge

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All the trees are ablaze

And so is my heart.

Set in rapturous flames

By our story that starts

When you, brave and bold

Approach me in my vigil

You have watched while I waited

Now we meet in the middle

Of this bridge built on hope

All covered with scars

It is where love is begun

And it is where we are.

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