| The sky is deepest blue, The Sun is shining bright, But theres a chillness to the air, I feel it everywhere, All through the day and night; Winter is coming. |
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| The swallows have flown south Long time since, and the ground Is hard beneath my boots, The trees stand bare of leaves and fruits, And all around Is still, Silent; Winter is coming. |
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 | Huh?...it's still August | |
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| I'm hearing voices | |
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| That's perfectly normal, when you're insane. | |
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