visenyastargaryen: High in the halls of the kings who are goneJenny would dance with her ghostsThe ones she had lost and the ones she had foundAnd the ones who had loved her the most The ones who’d been gone for so very longShe couldn’t remember their namesThey spun her around on the damp old stoneSpun …
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