The Bridge
The bridge is there.
I am here.
One step away.
Even I can't stay.
I have to go.
Hopefully now you know.
I have to go.
When I'm late,
you can celebrate.
goodbye world,
goodbye, world.
we'll meet again,
hopefully on a different zen.
Simply X
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