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A Seat Jon
Sitting, alone, on the bridge,
My body felt the gray breeze
Delievering the cold message
Which freezes my pumping.
Falling in the air, the leaves,
With which my heart leaves
an empty body and weaves
a long, long elegy.
Sitting, alone, on the bridge,
My body felt the gray breeze
Delievering the cold message
Which freezes my pumping.
Falling in the air, the leaves,
With which my heart leaves
an empty body and weaves
a long, long elegy.
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