I crossed the bridge at sunset
The wind blew through my hair
And through the distant plains
I could hear the wind chime sing
It spoke of distant memories
Of war, of love, of change
It spoke of all that it could see
Throughout these weathered days
And though it may be small
Its sound is loud and clear
As I cross this bridge at sunset
It is all I hear
The wind blew through my hair
And through the distant plains
I could hear the wind chime sing
It spoke of distant memories
Of war, of love, of change
It spoke of all that it could see
Throughout these weathered days
And though it may be small
Its sound is loud and clear
As I cross this bridge at sunset
It is all I hear



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