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love story : taylor swift
We were both young when we met.
I closed it and looked around.
here I am
A summer breeze was blowing from the balcony.
He was in charge of lighting, invitations and costumes.
be careful.
and health
I do not know
Romeo is drunk.
My father said: Leave Julia.
I called from the stairs.
He asked me not to go, but I did.
Romeo Take me where.
I am now awaiting the death penalty.
You will be a hero. I will be a princess.
It's a love story, yes
Then we met secretly in the hall.
We sat in silence. Because if you know, you will die.
Then he closed his eyes.
Stay away from your neighbors for a while.
You are Romeo and I am Rose.
My father said: Leave Julia.
But you are everything to me.
He asks: Go.
Romeo Take me where.
I am now awaiting the death penalty.
You will be a hero. I will be a princess.
It's a love story, yes
Romeo saved me and tried to express his feelings.
And true love is hard.
Do not be afraid, I will save you from evil.
It's a love story, yes
vice versa.
I'm tired of waiting
I want to know when you'll be back
I do not believe it.
Let's meet and talk about the city.
ROMEO Help me, I am alone.
I'm waiting for you, you're gone
I think about it and I don't know what to think.
He stood up and grabbed the ring.
He said: Marry Julia.
You don't have to be alone
I love you, that's all I know.
I want my father's clothes to be clean.
It's a love story, yes
This is great! good month
grow up

I stared at the brick walls in my bedroom. They said it wasn’t a prison, it was an elegant room. I shook my head in disappointment, looking around at the velvet bed sheets and gold framed picture frames. I’d trade this for freedom in a heartbeat. “I’m trapped in here until dinner with the next man you want me to marry, and until I say yes, you won’t let me leave,” I argued, fighting back tears. The guards closed the door in my face. “We’re just following orders.”
Later that night, I heard clinking sounds coming from outside. I peered out my window and noticed a man with a handful of pebbles. When he saw me, he dropped the tiny rocks and waved. “Juliet!” He called. “Come down!” I opened my window as much as the restraints would let me. “I can’t,” I answered. “They made sure I wouldn’t be able to fit through when they added these bars to my window.” He thought for a moment. “Fine. I’ll just come and get you!” “No! Romeo stop! They won’t let you through! They said so last time you tried. They hate you; apparently you’re not deserving of my love.” He shrugged it off. “Whatever.” He ran out of view.
I paced back and forth on the expensive fur rug on my bedroom floor.
20 minutes after, a very drunk Romeo showed up at my door, the guards laying on the ground with cups of wine spilt on their armor. “Just offered them a few drinks,” he explained, clearly a little loopy. I chuckled, leading him to the nearest exit. Seconds later, pounding footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. “Oh no,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Juliet, what are you doing with… him?” My father asked in disgust. “Meet me at the west hallway,” I whispered in Romeo’s ear. He ran away quickly, trying to get away from my furious parents. “Juliet!” I lowered my head. “You know you aren’t supposed to be with that outlaw.” “It’s love,” I whined. “Your idea of love is difficult,” Mother grumbled. I looked to my right, startled at the sound of nervous scuffling. “Romeo!” I seethed under my breath. He leaned up against the walls so no one could see him. “What was that?” Father asked, raising his eyebrow with suspicion. “Nothing,” I lied.
Suddenly, I felt Romeo’s arms around my waist as he sprinted towards me and swooped up into his arms. “I will always save you from evil,” he told me, a stupid smile on his face. “Stop right there!” Father demanded. He leapt out the open window at the end of the hall and we flew through the air, eventually landing on top of each other in a large bush. “Thank you,” I said. “How ‘bout we stay away from those neighbors for awhile,” he offered with a laugh, taking my hand and leading me through the woods to his cottage. “Indeed,” I giggled.