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They stood on the bridge at midnight,

In a park not far from town;

They stood on the bridge at midnight

Because they didn't sit down.

The moon rose o'er the city

Behind the dark church spire;

The moon rose o'er the city

And kept on rising higher.

How often, oh! how often

They whispered words so soft;

How often, oh! how often,

How often, oh! how oft.