If there's a way,
when this is all over will you please stay?
He'd told me he didn't like home.
Had a-brother to inherit the throne.
Still I could tell right then from his tone.
He was going to stay with duty.
In the end, he chose family.
Of course he turned the question around.
But my answer was easily found.
To my band I was already bound.
There is no way I could leave these three.
So it seems, I chose family.
Perhaps my question wasn't that fair.
For merely weeks we'd been together.
But like him I've nare met another.
From a diff-rent world he came to be.
Yet knowing this, we chose family.
But really, he chose his family...
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