the brooklyn bridge has always
been good to me.
i heard a woman calling for her son.
i heard a woman calling for her son.
Boast not against the branches.
But if thou boast, thou bearest not the root,
but the root thee.
the cathedrals were all empty;
only shadows, only echoes remained
yet the woman kept calling
calling out her son's name
But if thou boast, thou bearest not the root,
but the root thee.
the cathedrals were all empty;
only shadows, only echoes remained
yet the woman kept calling
calling out her son's name
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