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The old faded picture in the profie- that isn't me... It is Anastasia- Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova... quite a mouthful, isn't it? Her story - the fabled Grand Duchess of the erstwhile Russia-apparently the only survivor who escaped the violent mass murder of her family in 1918 in the Bolshevic Revolution... Her daring occasionally exceeded the limits of acceptable behavior. And why her? Its her name- Anastasia: "the breaker of chains" or "the prison opener". And another meaning of her name is "RESURRECTION" Means there would never be an END

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Talk to me like lovers do

Talk to me like lovers do.
Tell me about the good in man.
I've seen my shades of black.
Show me the world of colour again.
I know of hardships and reality.
But I want the land of dreams
Take me there, where lovers go.
I want to know how safe life can seem.

Tell me good isn't over.
Take me away from tears.
Tell me fairy-tales can be true.
Tell me there are no reasons to fear
I know that life's not easy.
Tell me it would be with you.
Show me the land of candies again.
Talk to me like lovers do.

Oh! I know of hoping against hope
Lay back the assurance and the trust
Give me back some of the child I had.
Tell me trusting you won't hurt.
I know I can be strong.
Tell me I don't need to with you.
Tell me you will be strong for me.
Talk to me like lovers do.

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