I bleed and I call it the colour of love
Dripping red onto pristine snow of hope Droplets pulled away from the very heart of me With a smile Always […]
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Dripping red onto pristine snow of hope Droplets pulled away from the very heart of me With a smile Always […]
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I gave myself to you without a gift receipt With a confidence I had forgotten I could display, shaking with
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There used to be a gap between moments imagined and moments lived; sometimes it still grins with all the might
The smell of dried oranges and apricot brandy Lire l’article »
I stand in the wind and lift my damp face towards the skies, giving my tears to the night in
I carry the weight of a hundred dead dreams Dragging their carcass behind me through a diamond hard desert Winds
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1152. Eleanor, duchess of Aquitaine, is married to Louis, King of France. She meets Henry Plantagenet, future King of England. She decides to have her marriage to Louis annuled and wed Henry. This sparks the beginning of decades of passion and conflicts, both personal and political
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