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I had a dream my life would be, so different from this hell I’m living
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Unbidden, his thoughts went to Brienne of Tarth. Stupid stubborn ugly wench. He wondered where she was. Father, give her strength. Almost a prayer…
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“And when I’m free, will I be free to go?” “Sure Ты will. And we’ll be free to kill you. It’s dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o’ it.”
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“Please her? Has Illyrio taken leave of his senses? Why does he imagine that Her Grace would welcome the service of a self-confessed kingslayer and betrayer?”
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Oh, my sweet summer child, what do Ты know about fear?
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And you’ll be a real good listener, you’ll be honest you’ll be brave, you’ll be happy
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I remember there was Музыка and dance but suddenly there was blood and screams. I told Ты not to trust him but don’t worry, my son i’ll kill them all
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‘You are a Stark of Winterfell. Ты know our words.’
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But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated. “She don’t speak,” сказал(-а) the big man in the yellow cloak. “You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.”
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I never expected Ты to Любовь me the way i loved you; to have Ты near was all i wanted, just to have Ты near.
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It is growth, then decay, then transformation
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There was no enemy there, no one to fight. Only her and him, amongst tall trees and fallen leaves. There are fights no sword can win, Catelyn wanted to tell him, but she feared the king was deaf to such words.
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Lightning comes and goes and then is seen no more. So too with men. Lord Beric’s огонь has gone out of this world, I fear. A grimmer shadow leads us in his place.
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Two sides of the same coin …
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