Give me hope in silence
It's easier; It's kinder
Tell me not of heartbreak
It plagues my soul, plagues my soul
We will meet back on this road
Nothing gaining, truth be told
It's easier; It's kinder
Tell me not of heartbreak
It plagues my soul, plagues my soul
We will meet back on this road
Nothing gaining, truth be told
I have this weak spot for Jane Austen & Emily Brontë novels. Especially rainy foggy moors, pretty dresses with mudstains on it and inseperable romance and agony.
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