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[ti:多恩人的妻子] |
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[ar:Ryan Yunck] |
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[al:] |
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The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, |
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and her kisses were warmer than spring. |
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But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, |
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and its kiss was a terrible thing. |
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The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed, |
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in a voice that was sweet as a peach, |
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But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own, |
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and a bite sharp and cold as a leech. |
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As he lay on the ground with the darkness around, |
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and the taste of his blood on his tongue, |
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His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer, |
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and he smiled and he laughed and he sung, |
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"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, |
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the Dornishman's taken my life, |
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But what does it matter, for all men must die, |
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and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!" |
