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And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
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2019-02-28 01:29:10 UTC
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Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
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2019-03-16 01:50:49 UTC
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Laughter is poison to fear.
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2019-04-09 06:12:33 UTC
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And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.
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2019-03-03 17:39:55 UTC
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The North remembers.
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2019-02-07 05:02:12 UTC
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... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
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2019-02-19 08:19:54 UTC
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Do the dead frighten you?
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2019-02-08 10:10:19 UTC
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A lion doesn't concern itself with the opinion of sheep.
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2019-03-16 19:46:15 UTC
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