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Winter is coming. Are we prepared? The wolves have started howling. The cold will be numbing, In the stories they shared. And now Winter is coming. Traditions are fouling, The young king impaired, The wolves have started howling. As the previous hand he was becoming, For curiosity life isn’t spared, And now winter is coming. The new mystics are scowling, Soon their teeth will be bared. The wolves have started howling. Kings are ascending, The wall-keepers stand, prowling. Winter is coming, The wolves have started howling.
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May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
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Winter is coming. Are we prepared? The wolves have started howling. The cold will be numbing, In the stories they shared. And now Winter is coming. Traditions are fouling, The young king impaired, The wolves have started howling. As the previous hand he was becoming, For curiosity life isn’t spared, And now winter is coming. The new mystics are scowling, Soon their teeth will be bared. The wolves have started howling. Kings are ascending, The wall-keepers stand, prowling. Winter is coming, The wolves have started howling.
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May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
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