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Myself must cross the bridge that sways
With half its timbers gone,
Ere I can call to him who stays,
“Make haste! Come on! Come on!”

Myself must cross the bridge that sways
With half its timbers gone,
Ere I can call to him who stays,
“Make haste! Come on! Come on!”
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