You're burning the bridges, not I
A bridge is never burned from my side
And if it is, it's never completely destroyed
Because too much effort must be employed
Besides, it might seem useless now
Or like no more weight it will allow
But time has a way of making the path clear
And perhaps the lion truly has made peace with the deer
If so, the bridge is once again a welcome route
That yields by far more fruit
Than a mighty bridge once thought sound
Only to be burned to the ground
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