Notes
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea.
And far in the hazy distance
Of that lovely night in June,
The blaze of the flaming furnace
Gleamed redder than the moon.
1 comment on Tha Bridge
DJDaddyD April 04, 2014
Another nice one. Thanks for continuing to take the time to share these thoughtful mixes.
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