 During my huge solitudeI write those little songs;
a heart full of grief and sorrow pushes my spirit down.
How once I was so young and rich of cheers and hope;
never thought of anyone stronger than me, watching at an open world;
I loved, I lived, I travelled throughout the world
but never achieved what I`ve longed for, I was fraud and got cheated.
Sissi in Bavaria |
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