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Olivenza
Olivenza (Spanish: [oliˈβenθa]) or Olivença (Portuguese: [oliˈvẽsɐ]) is a town situated on a disputed section of the Portugal-Spain border. It is administered de facto by Spain, as part of the autonomous community of Extremadura. Portugal holds a claim on the town and its surrounding territory.
As Olivença, the town was under Portuguese sovereignty between 1297 (Treaty of Alcañices) and 1801 when it was ceded to Spain under the Treaty of Badajoz. Spain has since administered the territory (now split into two municipalities, Olivenza and Táliga), whilst Portugal invokes the self-revocation of the Treaty of Badajoz, plus the Treaty of Vienna of 1815, to claim the return of the territory. In spite of the territorial dispute between Portugal and Spain, the issue has not been a sensitive matter in the relations between these two countries. Olivenza and other neighbouring Spanish (La Codosera, Alburquerque and Badajoz) and Portuguese (Arronches, Campo Maior, Estremoz, Portalegre and Elvas) towns reached an agreement in 2008 to create a euroregion.
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Elevens
by: With HonorPlease tell me how we did this,
We got ourselves into such a mess again.
We've fought so long we can't remember what the hell it was all about.
I can't count the times I've turned around, cheated my promises, and sold you out.
How is this not a waste of time, these blind eyes won't see me through.
I'm feeling for a hand to hold me now, lift the veil, see the truth.
There's so much further left to climb, and not one inch has been secure.
I'm feeling for a hand to hold me now, lift the veil and endure.
Be it my dexterity for long-winded alibis,
But excuses came full circle months ago.
I've wanted to walk away, but it can't be right,
To forget the knocking and throw the fight,
Silence the wanting and blackout the firelight.
I'm digging deep to find resolve to change, will to draw lines.
I'm putting old ways to the knife, I'm dying here this time.
Because honestly I can't relate,
While lying to your face every day.
With webs of lies spun to justify all of my failures.
I've realized my heart's content,
I may never see an end.
So when you need me I'll be outside throwing rocks at the moon every night
'til the day I die.