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When Winter comes, you’ll hear no lions roar.
No stags grazing the fields,
No roses growing in the meadows,
No snakes in the sand.
The krakens will freeze where they swim,
The flayed men will rot and wither.
No trouts swimming in the river
And no falcons fliying in the air.
Not even the dragons breath will warm you in your halls.
Only the wolves howl in the night,
And you’ll know Winter is coming.
One day the wolves will come again.
Let the southerners have their fairy tales and summers.
We northerners have home.
For the north remembers my friend.
The north remembers.
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