It's true, I want a doomed love that is fierce and tragic.
Flowed
It is tragic how her generous spirit of the heart flowed to sadness.
Casualness
That Machiavellian casualness, that tragic joy it would be my security and my misery.
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It's true, I want a doomed love that is fierce and tragic.
It is tragic how her generous spirit of the heart flowed to sadness.
That Machiavellian casualness, that tragic joy it would be my security and my misery.