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posted by DeniseAnne
In the "Tudors", Anne seemed to have had a secret affair with the poet Thomas Wyatt in her youth and he seems to Любовь her until the end.
In "The other Boleyn girl" Anne seemed to have secretly married Henry Percy and to have made Любовь with him after their marriage.
It's curious, but this film apparently says the truth: some sources say that Anne really married Henry Percy before she met king Henry Tudor, but the had to separate each other because the Boleyns weren't prestigious enough to be joined to the Percy family in marriage.
However, Anne and Henry were forced to forget their love, so Anne began king Henry VIII's first Любовь interest.
Well, we all know what happened in theese years: king Henry refused the authority of the Pope on his reign, divorced from his wife Catherine of Aragon and secretly married Anne in 1533. She gave born to Elizabeth, but then she Остаться в живых all her Дети during pregnancy. The king realized that she couldn't give him a son so early and he also noticed another lady, Jane Seymour, so he needed to be widover: in this case, no one could oppose to his new marriage.

Now, we arrive at the decisive point: Anne is arrested and she has to undergo a process. Among the judges she sees him: Henry Percy. She doesn't know that he has been forced to declare her guilty even if he doesn't think so. Therefore, he looks her face and says: "Guilty". He collapsed following the verdict and had to be carried out. Then, we know how it ends for Anne.

After еще или less one год after Anne's death, Henry Percy died on 29 June 1537 most for his senses of guilt and his regret about Anne.
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18th May, 1536, Tower of London

From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,

This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.

They will make sure that Ты never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that Ты know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge Ты to Любовь him because though the fiery passion with which he once...
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Is it true what they say,
Are we too blind to find a way?
Fear of the unknown облако our hearts today
Come into my world,
See through my eyes
Try to understand,
Don't want to lose what we have

We've been dreaming
But who can deny,
It's the best way of living
Between the truth and the lies

See who I am,
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand,
Let's Показать them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands,
This is not the end

Fear is withering the soul
At the point of no return
We must be the change
We wish to see
I'll come into your world,
See through your eyes
I'll try to understand,
Before...
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I think that there are some songs' texts that describe Anne really well. This is one of those songs: "High price of mistakes" by Hungry Lucy.

On the edge, I wait
Hands held tightly…together
Waiting for the name
I wallow in my shame
I played a dangerous game

Hold it all inside, they said
Don’t Ты speak of this disgrace
(till you’re six feet underground)
People whisper silently
I can’t even Показать my face
(can Ты turn your life around)

Don’t think positive
I’ll only crush myself
We just have to learn
In our mistakes we cause concern
But in the end it’s only me who’ll burn

What will Ты do, they...
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O DEATH, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest,
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

My pains who can express?
Alas, they are so strong;
My dolour will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.

Alone in prison strong
I wait my destiny.
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Should taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;...
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