The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell - For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now...
Edgar Allan Poe
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В этом большом и очень важном для нас проекте, мы постарались воплотить в жизнь мечты о готичной свадьбе. Сочетание мрачной атмосферы старого дома, красный бархат и королевское золото.