Wendy Cope

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On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
the weather condition bring tears to my eyes.
I wiped them away with a black woolly glove
and try not to notice I've fallen in love.
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On Waterloo Bridge I'm trying to think:
This is nothing. You're high on charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
that says something different. And when was it wrong?
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On Wateroo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I'm tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss,
I admit it before I'm halfway across.
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