On this bridge I sit and think of all the times I've come here to think. What had happened then, and what is the now. How far away the past is from here.Tears fall.
Decisions made, wind rocked the trees, the train whistled.
It is so beautiful here.
The geese fly. The tears fall.
Where have I gone? What have I done? Why does this place call to me on cold lonely nights?
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