Redstark
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When winter comes,
You'll hear no lions roar
No stags grazing in the fields
No roses growing in the meadows
No snakes in the sand
The sun will cease to warm the land
The krakens will freeze where they swim
The flayed men will rot and wither
No trouts swimming in the river
No falcons flying in the air
Not even the dragons' breath will warm your halls
The "others" will turn man to wight
Winter is coming, and only the wolves will howl in the night.
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