𝔱he crown of roses
published Free on Facebook
December 6th '19
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but i know you turned
that river green of you
heads of crowns noone is a real king
the same crown queen lives in a card
but we choosing for them to speak
saved for the anothers shores and hills
i know your river is much longer then mine
though i know our colour is not that dark
send me more wine because i do not drink
you drank all and I do not have what to give
peril spoke as heaven
but i am in a hell
i rise as if demon
and lay as if serpent
i know you might pass this
but you are willing to comeback
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fragrances of blood the taste of blood in my month in the city where I walk but only sometimes
But in my birth land the taste is river depression of the great nor king nor queen bow would not kill my mistaken soul nor drink nor poison could not kill perchance I will take the glass of water the candles burn the shadows that follows me though they come back and cut my hair with sword
Lion is a tolken of blood blue flags waving spake he of war because the peace is a war because the peace is a war swan in a river I walked by that is a peace of life because the ugly becomes beautiful
Spake of me in lovely wave when I swim in my imagining lake he loves me candles brings more light more light than torch though both burn and might become a fire
The doors the wind is banging as if heart is beating the knight guard our kingdoms door our lords door the rob that is the same red that beats to live and lonely eyes are looking for perchance may you let me to tell I will be perchance that ax that detach from wooden wood…declare that war that I could find my own door though now perchance I feel and I know but homeless is gold
Pronounce me perhaps you should perchance o here you are interrupted mountains read nature and you gain byrd the music that belongs to us he is the key for me to me
love me not though do not hate....
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published Free on Facebook
December 6th '19
(...)
but i know you turned
that river green of you
heads of crowns noone is a real king
the same crown queen lives in a card
but we choosing for them to speak
saved for the anothers shores and hills
i know your river is much longer then mine
though i know our colour is not that dark
send me more wine because i do not drink
you drank all and I do not have what to give
peril spoke as heaven
but i am in a hell
i rise as if demon
and lay as if serpent
i know you might pass this
but you are willing to comeback
(...)
fragrances of blood the taste of blood in my month in the city where I walk but only sometimes
But in my birth land the taste is river depression of the great nor king nor queen bow would not kill my mistaken soul nor drink nor poison could not kill perchance I will take the glass of water the candles burn the shadows that follows me though they come back and cut my hair with sword
Lion is a tolken of blood blue flags waving spake he of war because the peace is a war because the peace is a war swan in a river I walked by that is a peace of life because the ugly becomes beautiful
Spake of me in lovely wave when I swim in my imagining lake he loves me candles brings more light more light than torch though both burn and might become a fire
The doors the wind is banging as if heart is beating the knight guard our kingdoms door our lords door the rob that is the same red that beats to live and lonely eyes are looking for perchance may you let me to tell I will be perchance that ax that detach from wooden wood…declare that war that I could find my own door though now perchance I feel and I know but homeless is gold
Pronounce me perhaps you should perchance o here you are interrupted mountains read nature and you gain byrd the music that belongs to us he is the key for me to me
love me not though do not hate....
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Chapter III I love you
The silent wind knows to know the existence of the fallowing shadows we love as angels so pure how can anyone complain the fall has gone remember fiords remember me so in captures remember all what I have said remember love that we have written remember what we promised her my dear beloved grandmother just remember that that is all yes I listen to my beloved of your violin that plays for me though more absent more of love and so of glory so sorrowful so insane
I am drawing in this sorrow lost souls come to you they just lost does not know what they are doing ragaca I am not to you I am love this game my love gonna end one day when we be following shadows of falling leaves it will end until beginning and the ones who know could fallow us deep the shore the ship I am floating in a manner of by the river and the falling golden siblings of even more capturing solitude your voice until I see you is the sea that I drawn o you the ending thing Kingdom I played piano today hope you listen carefully care for me my angel candle lights more of in a rain and we in cold as if the falling of feathers of our birds and songs they going in circles upon our roof no one could predict why my angel my sword awaits for the battle and we would be falling as if soldiers of crest of immense powers we kill stand up the battle and enemies will be oft to the hell but hell might be a heaven and no one could predict why and why I am whispering your song song of your heart say once again that you love me and I will go free though with my sword I say hello to all you say the same
Cave full of dreams that takes away your sensitive heart we will be falling for grace my dear friend in a waving breeze we be the one my garden and my land where did we leave it in cold my angels both of you I am writing letters as if to the sky as if into the falling grace that supper we could capture again by the burning warm fire place so he put his mask on and says hello again within his deep voice though as angels whisper of illusions aspects of peace piano will you play again this melody though more of your heart then of the sound beautiful symphony of melody that takes the notes in the wind and all the lovely lonely birds sing sacred Sunday that comes along within a melody of god my silent heart cries to have that conversation again upon Italy breeze just say a word that I will remember for good
My mentioned name for no excuses for no perpetuation continiousity curiosity kill us as bird shatter wings upon of immense power of the flight irritable existence could be the healer for my own soul as we fall as if angels from heights balcony of book palace I will tell you this one day as we might say be understanding is taught teach me to fly now my bird of love my precious thought my almighty I can not stop crying to you as you the one that read in the best knowledge so intense though manner of our first house had stained glass of the too many different colours and I would tint in my own I believe to tint different house colour to tint our life of wit in god given colours of love and only love my beloved one my deore I still remember that road heavy to walk until her house of her suffers and her coffin you did not miss this though I wish I misses it though of your immense understanding
The trees of favourite forest we would love to get the narrow path for that land of Scotland as place is there where acts takes it the crime is narrow and freedom though love where would we meet upon unknown event upon the lizard narrow skin your shoe was made snakes beside your old grave they whisper how to find you how to find the way into your heart how to pressure the meaning by all means how to swallow my thought to tell you this and all this you say to me to me?
Yes my beloved France my swimming sky bird I have to tell you this…in the scatter of the moon lays light and that light brings the fallowing scatter that leads to you all stars shows your face upon the darkest night I will send you a book my precious thing you know the fallowing fall and you know the merging silhouettes they are real for you
O no I do not want to know how deep is your rain but yes your book I will read my love my hunter with the quill upon your hunter hat and robin stone
The hour came the birds have come now only time will capture the real understanding do not be afraid only a sinister can sin only the loved one can forget the hour of time melts fast and faster as you know I am always near you
Yes I know it though you must understand my language in a matter of education and the civil war will calm down we are playing cards or something my love my angel my love
Love birds outside love song singing only two and we love the loved once my lonely angel did flew this road alone to see my wings fluttering in the sky I been waiting for your presumption word shall we stay silent and poignant
For this night it is only a beginning of the past memories I know you know what we should not say or part again though life is in different I feel your anger and I know your hope dough if you know so why you say I would like to know the understanding of the last events do you need your king to let you to spake or you need your queen for me to write with my greatest excuse I know your words are rough but yes we must be grateful of any of it so please write all you wish I beg your pardon though you may not fulfil all my poignant desires well I might of guess of this though you never realy know
As much I am pleased to know your grace for me not always seem the same
Will you proclaim a war to me?
I might have had this kind of thinking but you are more of a soldier then I may of look of
So interesting and independent thinking
Well yes I am having a great evening within the glass of wine of your nation’s favorite
O well shall we enjoy when
Do we really have the same dreams my angel
I must presume so my vine is strong
And so I know it
How sad
What a festivities shall we run away from here
We should though
And so the door has opened and love came to say again he said I love you but all does mean the same o no no not when he spake his words are real and I know he how to pronounce of love kindness forgiveness and endlessly o how to end this chapter his voice is so deep he knows what he is saying
The knowledge of the known would be presumable presumption I would follow hallow land of my own thought as it is so in the merging rivers and the moon shatters the stars shining
Italian three Dante’s game of missing of the understatement when Shakespeare will end talking of it later the days I will be writing of it in another century my angel my love my deore my beloved one my existence and vampire taking all my blood of me as if native proud walking me from my nightmares to know things that could be unknown and for no one to understand in a meaning by all means of the falling rain of his arms sadly that man no longer with us dough his soul is in breathing of beside well comeback stranger what is the meaning of your name is this game so shall we play I am as you know that the queen of cards in the fallowing of cards and shall you be a king of hearts following by the jokes o no no game of such just the game of roses which petal you pick love or no love draw me your rose I will tint the colour you already know you do not need to pick one it is already a colour and this colour no doubt is sharp and red and kisses of the tint of the same colour that colour that us all and it is red and it is a colour of the true knowledge as if though the peace might not lead us to colour right right and left I am leaving with you with you this word just for a while my angel I only love those words of your mind I must presume you known for promotions and punctuation and also of a big heart of terrification of your wide imaginary world your braveness courage and little fear the flags and inspiration comes within the waves of sandy shore the music of the lightening once more the sound that leads us to abyss Orlando he was a man a friend of yours in a battle field I am glad to meet them all as long as you would let my present to asset
This price is too high I can not afford nor half of it my lord my sins unwashed in a mirror of my own twin I lay beside his grave for chapter to begin
Ty..ta…lower sound of doves letter from you again I play your violin now what month is religious fiesta this year of the spring take down all us to church and pray for better time and until another event of Christ birth in the understanding thing the way they suppose to lay my Kingdom is yours how splendid you look upon my memory dressed in white rob sword and ancient gun waving it as wave washes me took me almost in another shore of you in front of you the lightest white sand beneath our feet in sorrowful went of events the sense that reminds me of this lovely land how precious petals of lords nothing I mean nothing my dear lord nothing my dear god
Juliet has a gun another fragrance of nina
Does it belong to me no I am not Capulety though I like to be so in love though lord hears I am they everywhere my friends of darkness one is very light though who could blame one they just a creatchers of the same god promtus opium alchemy and though insanity of a moonlight is these all things that he was up to I meant Arthur I would presume so yes Arthur is a bit of fun of some borrowed volto at the funniest fiesta of that event of that night needs some corrections or something for the sake of it god knows what I mean o volto what a great splendid time you even more confused of this destinations though the love will never end I know our dreams are the same the same memories only when I am lying my angel do not leave me abandoned
In this strange land of understanding when the beats of your soul beats my shore and reaches you very well o no one thing I ask from you do not say sorry do not say the bleeding say silence is a healer silence is a runner of the wild horses into the oceans of blue as that is a colour of your eyes my angel too long just like this road of river creak piontigly asking of the sensentunal news of the asking quest one question though too many answers of the subject though and who might blame one time is even more tough snakes awkward us love the impressions to move around my room should we stay where for good my dear friend o how dare
Town hall 8 o’clock clear dare so clear so much in my pocket my sachet cliché who knows the laughter my dear friend and shall I call him now this name
Harmful thought my dearest friend this time beloved one deore and of obsession poignant breath say no now say yes you be the one to produce the first drops to sink upon this river flow the swans the ducks they are floating by by the lullaby that is so difficult to say to say goodbye daunting touch of mine stretching hand of function that love could bring of engaged soul of dark fascination do not be afraid I do not understand my lover by request be pronounced the matter of that she supposed to know hear and the matter was of great deal chine silk upon her table as the biggest joy of vanity but vain is to fulfil your royal bleeding of vampire kiss
Disgraceful the time to kiss you not disguss the time to spake and it is not disagreement nourished skin as if white rose no colour her to pick is white no bounds to correct the history no disastly is worst of calamity no storm is death for the ship losing out of reach can not hear deaf silenced silent silence and the same garden of our old flower and every spring they bloom of the same colours the golden edge that ended in the miracle selection the glass of Venice so love me now I am gold his rob but he did robbed her heart so pure intense insane and sane so pressures so deep so precisely undertaken breath this way she was discuss this topic matter at this right disgusting is the freedom as you have now here to go no matter how long this road might be this road is a shatter for you and me blood heels the soul no hat to take to bow true blooded prince do I really like your staring glance I do but my beloved one looks deep and poignant it will be alright the beneath beside my tree and swing we have to make this road again to midland
Are we going in circles my love
Is this interesting conversation
My deore o lord I pray your event is more of entertainment jousts and masked horses my beloved one my angel and
So dare you say now
O lord
Give me peace
My angel the stars up stairs is looking for you above I am looking above to meet your star that shines for us what I want is never part my angel forever your quill will follow you no matter what to do I forget all
So say my love how did you spend your days apart say all if you wish say all what we need more of relieve and more of the story more of the interactive conversation attractive conversation love of love the delusional precisely love of peace the combination of things we could be doing this might leave us confuses my angel my vampire kiss my bleeding soul of your present absents so tell me when the moon blooms so tell me when the sky flows upon hills taking us down to the road from where no return in the lonely breeze my angel I adore you say this to me how time changes us do you believe in this my lover my love you are my angel
My angel mine
and cherub upon the sky flew as if birds in the darkness light the story of you will be translated into your birdy song my angel
my angel my darkest dream of light shall we go out to dance upon the balcony upon the lightest dream then rivers merging into the lights and voices of angels makes sense to you for me not I hope you are well enough to dance upon the balcony of precious view and the mountains and the bushes and the skylark is a song sometimes I do not understand your ghost my angel my precious stone that I will wear forever even though it could fall into river my angel my precious heart full moon and imagine birds flying in the light of stars so peaceful calm as if we are those fluttering birds above i love then we walk hand in hand in the mist where we come from my angel where will we go now in strange vibrations strange voices and love shall as heal my silk road only with you my imaginary flutter only with you my deore my biggest wave in draught though they sing of love still survive this road though and be not afraid as angels guards you my l the shore that changes in beating wind in melted fields in rough exchange of words in love of melting berries of for you one for me the forest of its own of rather shattered dreams that one could capture in a deep pursuit of our swing the ship my love the matter of the lightest hit and bottom of the sea is a hope not to see it though drawn and I am by the shore you walk and sailing ropes of hope to free you Kingdom that is called drown town though his eyes is like a sea though his sea is like a fire though I burn as if a fire of my own white shined man of my own and I love him to pieces
liberty of my own my angel with cherub wings let’s fly the bridges morn is sacred light of the existence love we would follow of the moon lights absent hill and rush as if the floating breeze
my angel your existence your presents are so in captures of my glance I think even more then you beside I love even more then you beside we walk the tracy road of gloves of many colours in forest path of strange mild wind until the storm will come
I love you within the echo of water drops and the such a romance Romeo and Italy in upon my mind our little palace with balcony again how sweet
Any more I do not know my precious heart my soul of heaven my suspicious devil evil soul and existence where will we go now to nowhere fine my love will go though forest and the fields I do not know
The sacred word of knowing might produce the existence exist out of reach proclamation and we be free as if birds liking and falls wings strange sound of the same existence say once more what you should and I will go absent with your perfume my angel the night that floats in stars in the valley of mighty almighty where we drink wine and eat lonely supper of sacred touch functions of your silent voice this in my ears and breath fresh air will I fly just like your winged bird upon the and your eyes so deep I can look for hours and you can the same look at me now as I am so sure about it all with a little help of yours as you know so I do not need to repent the loving sound of your glance heals me so in shatter broken windows broken Venice glasses broken selection patiently waiting for your glance to turn you are drinking from the last unbroken glass wine and still have not turned but after awhile your spake asking her to come over slightly turned curtains rope for them to open the beautiful view and said look she looks just like your mother so Francis asked him: do you love her
He said yes and no
And the candle lights went off sadly was beautiful view lavish crowds of people that gathered for meal dinner so surprised just you and me holding hands now as if cherubs my sweet love my beloved one brake the wires my love and freed us from this ununderstood world shall we fly now dancing star I love you do not scream now my angel within devil wings my deore my spinning beauty my existence my little drinker of fine wine of France fields and I know it is so obsessive that we must proclaim for water to inhale our soul black comedy of drinking wine not of French no laughter though of expenses and loss of national proud because who might bother drink water it is what you need if intend my lady you must bow before I must proclaim your land as mine
King does not have a ring
Kings rings are mine
So many or shall you tell me the pompous of your thought do you gave me a ring or not proclaim the musical sign I would fall for it in convenient blow of falling thought though higher fall autumn comes within a wind and you love what could this be to bear a child that is not to exist the falling sword from your presents as love can heal this absents of disillusioned souls they the new saddest wind of would presume the situations of love and slight hate undoubted king shall be the last of my disagreement though and though the last of grace Albion was his other name so I love of calling of it my angel your letters of the same name Albion as if falling word deore what time was my angel curtains and love for the gathered crowds they wave for you I like to say these words and to repeat this words as I feel this way no one can stop me to anywhere in the seconds disappearing crowds as evening is coming to the end though not for us we still fulfil of wine of fine even though I do not drink these days though this an event my angel lightening my words spake to you in the knowledge of the speaker though do rather spake well in times glamour of your turn to me your grace of physical appearance is the natures gift my love traitors might come and though never reach though you drink your wine and that makes you kissing a Venice glass of pompous ornaments and witchy crafty touch in the end it is only a simple kiss nobody ever cares only me only you for me
I am more of kingmakers then you want me to be my lady
Well shall you be my king and only I am precisely sure chaotic excuses might leads us to nowhere really
I would be pleased to go to the garden and pick my favourite rose
The rose of this evening my king knight of shining eyes my love beloved one doere and surlement
Twins of tower as if we are one mirror and shatters of it after a storm that takes all they still run in captured fields as if of stony tower
And the morn came upon your eyes lost in sun rays lost in this history and the sadness of story their games was pain for nation and English wept of their absent though this memory is in different as it is a morn and near the spring the light comes from the sky
Purpose of lightest light hope for heaven hope for the lightening thunder and love what a beautiful sensational glamour touch of your word upon my palms I drink it in the morning and in the evening wars would never heal any soul or heart no matter of importance of events war only shields the blood and the crown is now only of roses as it bleads of red colour of red blood shall it be blue though my angel let’s stay calm and wait for the peace to come within angels
Orb does go round tree so early in bloom as if my heart pulsates of you my beloved one no do not leave me make France light white blossoms soon petals will fall into the sonnets notes of your own melody that wind gather the existence of past word like a gale comes and leaves me standing upon rocking bridge I do know you are beside me though not always so close in melody of wind blossoms had got to bloom of the spring helmet of Italian nature suits well within perfection of the weather confection of national interruption as it is the level of consideration no matter where this leads the England is await of better weather of the forest deep of green and blossom colour my writing quill is in the poignant conclusion to begin the of new season and love shall bear us of golden orb
Oft deeper to be considered as oft lower parts might bloom in ache of beauty of the spring of o of lord of petals bloom though was her nature so in bloom o yes he did replay in blooming ache as she had wept her seasons love and died the same as it has been written through ages of some kind and stories history though love was true for her and though for him
How would anyone know how true spring looks without the weather of the gale and wind without the loved one that just past by
Red feathers of quill is writing new word for you my love my lady o good in taste my king of kingdom that I adore so much my lord the fault this can not be of such the taste is wine as is your word
The ship where pirates take away the gold and silver the pearls and all the rest love sails of wind and waves
O yes
Yes the national proud of nation of never mind that thinks
I do agree with in this my lord
We played nor Juliet nor helmet were to wear
As this did fall
The spring has come as faster as it should as with the right lady the lord might think the one that comes to think the one that comes to think of blossoms petals and so on perfume of natural fragrance that one should wear every eve or morn
And of your laughter I do feel this grace of such is deep for us to know
As a modern morn
Morality of such
Conduct your temper and presumption mind of your grace and present of this palace great
I and so they took the boat to the evening kind of colour of the same water as was his eyes and so they merged into the darkness as if it was new morn though full moon was in white and some kind of painting upon it on and the stars you were my star upon that boat upon that water and song sung of the dark sky humble stars song of same heaven
What I wanted to say to you upon this beauty heaven
I do not know my lady
Perhaps you know or you should
Precisely indeed
I love you
Me too remember when I first time said this to you
Always I always remember
And so they meet upon the silence deep the bloom of the early spring I wish I could to explain it all if I only could who ever could pages of quill and ink dries now closer to your shoulders how insane we are as one for good my angel do not be afraid your said I angel take part in this new rain I unfallen night and stars it is still far away from the rising though the mellow glamour of water silk reached them into sky light and so bells again were heard in the solitude delusional existence of that miraculars dream this breaking wind shatter the even the innocent as if the love letter and drawn in this river following us
Numbers and the morning comes as if moon lights goodbye though to make sense it is more of not making it the light embraced the boat and now her eyes looked more of the bright colour as if melody of his and his violin was playing as if as if
O do pronouns the end of this sacred morn for good let shadows brings us home for the day dream and warm embrace and hoe
So do come home where rivers flow of the sensational triumph of France and ladies real the old song of coming back bird as love comes of the institutional power though all is all above my greatest father of Eden and the hell the surrounded earth is in the captured moon and soon the spring will bloom in full colours of fragrances and loved substance alive in upon
The slightly different moon of painting and insanity of constant understanding and loved once passed ways my angel and lord embrace the warm yesterday and tomorrow quill writes its self the word and no of wisdom though of heart vault oft in the memories letter of your absent moon now is another day and another sad story of undertaking wind we will meet in the eve again hope for calm stormy unstorm hope for better conversations as can this get any better in a way as it is the evening for us again
The doors opened and there was a light as if cherubs flying as if clouds they were floating so high glamour now I am waiting for your shadow to come out and I see you violin and you play so poignant depth
My angel your soul divined and so we going to the same summer as love will heal us all in booky words of peace tears in his eyes as if blue sky blue sky so blue so beautiful not to compare just to love my angel if I could till you all while you play this melody of our hearts as if is one one makes you wonder how long this unspoken silence will last my French forgotten though never this sacred melody
Oh yes
O my angel
How sad this melody might sound
How sad this angel my lady
No devil would you chose the devil or the angel now
Both shall angels stay
It is only February they will come back
I know my lady
By heart
My love who was that solder that have passed
Had or have
Well it was just a solder wondering around and about in blossoms of early spring and one must say love…
Later the rain fell so deep into the grass that is hard to explain the power of drops touching the ground so it was the rain
We supposed to go for a walk today but it is raining so much of the rain how we do it
Well we could build a tent in a forest and wait until ends yes we could and kiss unkiss
Shall rain unites us in a bloom spring to say goodbye this eve will be a sin of capturing fall of yesterday
So shall we part now in this silent breeze no rain now now is morn or eve will be contain of sad of such as it is just better think of our beautiful tomorrow upon your return the cub that bears that love I will remember every single thing shall we not part for good my love
Shall venom become wine and pope embraces us of blessing upon my return just do not leave right now just do not part as this night shall stay in depthless of passion of the kiss tree bloody hours left upon my depart estate of roses shall it stay upon this bloody time of dying flowers in such and sad in vein so say your will willing goodbye though not for good though indications is as treat yourselves of thought and willingness of fiestas though not upon my absent
How one could dare
As you know so
I know as much as I do not
Your charismatic touch leaves only sadness will be tomorrow night lonely moon my angel
So they parted soon after of idyllic moon light and lights in of the sky as were gone with him
I wonder now how she and her persistence be to resist that moon of lowliness my beloved lady and my rose of your fovourite colour red I am sending you a rose shall this reach you through rivers slowly creaks from this sea straight into your arms my lover and how I dare now call you in such a manner
It is only reflection of your eyes I see in this breeze of water mesmerizing beauty my sleeping beauty my love my lady my angel
Until finish to the end my love my precious heart I miss you already just how to find that wave home
Now I am floating into darkness into waving waves as if stroms and so it goes further as if the ship is massively and I am not alone in the dark illusion and so irritation of your absent kill my revelation in away as we are far now going to nowhere going to different shore it is just the shore of parting England though I can not tell where I am going for though I am always going to you my angel
My lady this moon is lonely for me as the same hope you watching at it now as the same our melody that kills us both in a shadows of strange clouds upon around of it my angel those stars are fallowing me as if your shadow and in need of it how difficult is to part my English shore I know I will find you Scotland or in France that what this star spake and this my absent violins melody can you hear my angel my compositions for you though now I compose of stars and sending one just by your window how hard it is to part upon every solemn night and now I hear you ‘i know’ he turned around and went back inside of the ship
Shall I die here not alone though no I have a bottle of wine shall I drink it in one go like poison as this night is venom without you I am going swimming though I have not lost you just yet I only loosing myself my love
Pen your heart out she pondered in her mind in deepness catch of his thought
So he wrote love for her in the upon the distance stars so again
port for him as they would meet though Arthur
rather chose to pick Frances as she was worth of company and of his
my queen of darkness come out now the Arthur said beside her door too close
o yesmy love I am coming for the game and this time we going to play cards
cards as your king of this evening or valet of the morning
o wish both
I might believe in this
O look of me cheating this sky…
See you later..
Arthur left and took horse for that stars were wistfully looking at her stars as if they could never belong to him anymore
He remembered his grandfather how he used to be even the last weeks of his life he used to scream and shout of the misunderstanding he you say serpents you killing me you serpents and so on you will fail I will rise and with my sword I will kill you all one by one so do not even try to kill me frogs you are and so on that was his grandfather and Arthur was a copy of his persvaited of death not to die though live in our memories the killers he called all of them this manner no matter who he was but not Frances no she meant to be his angel though all her life she regretted that she had betrayed him because he needed her beside his death bed but her love did not let her beside him near
Your hand so not in vein I do believe still you would have helped him he pondered all to her
O well sometimes me too
My love I know I wish to call in such a manner in front of all quests and even my brother my sweet love my sister of my brother
O well you presumably could call me as a sister love
So can we play with your pompous cards set my angel
I do not say this my favourite set with those who just simple got the best artist of the century last or this present though
Yes your grace
Well so find it
The game of poignant thinking it is not the same of that we are thinking it is just passing of the knowledge and time of forgotten gamy relaxation he is away that is all
The blossom of the warty game that how she would look at it in seclusion of his absent but Arthur was trying and held her sorrow
In my eyes his commanded ship the captain of my soul he rules the seas how dangerous my ancient soul my beloved one my angel
For Arthur was hell these words but he was brave
The tough thing is too lodge your love in a battle
We will never lose love my lord
Such a presumptuous thinking
I would blood this land if he or you will be to die
shall god guards him nor crown will heal not even
Evil mind my lady
No this only the evil game and you know how much I hate this
No you love it
Maybe the same as I hate it
Sometimes I want you to hate me
O yes my lord
My lady
In a mean time in a ship was a carnival were her beloved one had a numerous of performances in front of the him some even tried to pretend of her trying to heal the absent the ladies were talking and walking just like her…
You know now when I say believe I do mean it I do believe in you my angel
The faith that brings us faster into the national proud the increasing love in capturing our little hearts my beloved one my faith and believe believe
Another day they met in this beautiful mesmerizing blaze not far away from hide park so she come to her and asked to play piano the other man was sitting beside her they played together her precious tune was bewitchful sound and gathered in reception room that were listening the room was covered in paintings in that tide manner also there were so many pianos for her joy she played a lot for through the nigh and everyone needed to hear it her melodies though after soon she received the letter that in her beloved ones ship playhouse was built for his pleasures to endure so special in red colours curtains and carpet for the stage
And so she says the love that has to go never leaves her and nor his mind nor his soul is absent so that is love she explained though only for herself
Do not throw upon on me yourself of your pure mind he pondered in his letter
Lamentation of more who knows the true answer of understanding and patience enduring love of queens of spade power no no not death the Christ protect us in this rain that fall the darkness light refreshes flowers of the wilted time scorpion tale bites as snakes venom though do not kill us the rain the intervention of the wind might take us away to nowhere really though hope home of true understanding and comfort melody of symphony another lie of nature and gathering of clouds is above our mind in conversation of white doves nature nature laughter though bird so songs so divine sings as if you carrying me as lonely wing and cries all who is around and prays for us to land the ground so play subtext lines for me the rain I would be driven to allow your absent to appear as real he sword that cut the the appealing cut of taken dawn the same weather departure oft seems hallow as makes you of thinking and narrow wistfulness of one’s mind dance me tonight of your soul and bring me to real life of your present no remembrance night be left in a shattered dreams my love promise and excused do not leave space to pronounce this conversation my angel my divinity love o love what stops us now distance of observed destinations shallow answers hidden in a breeze love o love how we pronouns this ending of never parted love
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porque español es por lo tanto todo mucho amable lengua
encender mi alma
sondar de veinto
todo mi corazon
escribir
lengua de belleza el secreto de mi alma
y pajaro revoloteo mi rio y cielo
claraboya de mi amor para tu
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madme coure de France
et mon coure en pue de France
Et sang de mon amour
Le coeur de rivere
Oiseau devant les montagnes
Et dit mon mot avant vour dit
Le pluie de mon spectre
De mon tout coeur
Ecrire de mon la vie
Ne pas toujours le connais
Silence
beauté de la nuit
ne pas sortir pas
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Part II from Red roses