These days a part of me is missing Everybody stops and stares No one cares enough to do something A organ without which I can no longer function A twin who was with me at every turn I look for it in sister's,friend's and stranger's faces From art ,nature, mediation and music To chatting up cute girls in cafes I put all the pieces together But the void just keeps getting bigger and bigger
Each night he wonders Which dead girl will it be The red haired wildling pulls him into a deep kiss A dagger bursts through his heart And he falls into the bloody arms of his queen Eyes blazing with righteous dragonfire Through crystal tears,that never fall A night, through dying the fire, he heard him whisper "Love is the death of duty, Lord snow" Now, with a bitter sweet smile He raises a glass full of cold ale high "To duty, the death of love "
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