Lonely on bridge of old, walk past bridge of new, summer wind blowing cold, nothing is what they do, huddled into a fold, charity is not due.
Lonely on bridge of old, walk past bridge of new, summer wind blowing cold, nothing is what they do, huddled into a fold, charity is not due.
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