My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk and on your… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
