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If life was a Play of Chess,
with you being my Blanche,
I would be your Eleanor.
Why would we live for nothing less
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Moon, moon.
You silly moon.
Moon, beautiful moon.
Torn apart moon.
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I played chess the other day. At Tuesday wasn’t it?
With you. On my mind, that is, as I was playing against
him – this gentleman with more history than future, I sensed.
That night, this silent battle felt as being a prolonged sit,
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Queen's Chess

If life was a Play of Chess,
with you being my Blanche,
I would be your Eleanor.
Why would we live for nothing less
than whispering love
and amore?

If life was a Play of Chess,
we’d live each of these Louis XIV rooks.
Guarded by brave and dodgy knights,
however, loyal and discrete when we undress.
We’d be safe and secure,
every day, all nights.

If life was a Play of Chess,
loyal bishops and an army of pawns
would assist us – every single day.
We’d redefine Royalty, more or less,
By serving the planet and its people with our talents.
Just by being mademoiselles – in every way.

If life was a Play of Chess,
I want you to be my Blanche
so I could be your Eleanor
We’d live for the benefit of all people, nothing less
with whispering love
and amore.

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