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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=84467" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joan Of Arc</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the flames they followed joan of arc<br>As she came riding through the dark;<br>No moon to keep her armour bright,<br>No man to get her through this very smoky night.<br>She said, Im tired of the war,<br>I want the kind of work I had before,<br>A wedding dress or something white<br>To wear upon my swollen appetite.<br>Well, Im glad to hear you talk this way,<br>You know Ive watched you riding every day<br>And something in me yearns to win<br>Such a cold and lonesome heroine.<br>And who are you? she sternly spoke<br>To the one beneath the smoke.<br>Why, Im fire, he replied,<br>And I love your solitude, I love your pride.<br>Then fire, make your body cold,<br>Im going to give you mine to hold,<br>Saying this she climbed inside<br>To be his one, to be his only bride.<br>And deep into his fiery heart<br>He took the dust of joan of arc,<br>And high above the wedding guests<br>He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.<br>It was deep into his fiery heart<br>He took the dust of joan of arc,<br>And then she clearly understood<br>If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.<br>I saw her wince, I saw her cry,<br>I saw the glory in her eye.<br>Myself I long for love and light,<br>But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Leonard Cohen - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, Im tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress ..."></div>
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