She a lady in red a royal at a birth no duty as royal but live as normal she given a good antique a true lady could be a rose of a heartbeat that cared and a guidance she has a clan of brothers, and sisters her sad eye speaks how her heartbeat break once a summer afternoon she young and naive never know that an amnesia restored memories silent worries everyone she remembers everyone she knew.
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