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Oh, that's some lovely steel.
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You want to know what Mance Rayder is doing?
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Gathering an army.
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What I hear, he's already got more men
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than any of your southern kings.
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And where does he plan marching this army?
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When you're all the way north,
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there's only one direction to go.
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These are bad times to be living alone in the wild.
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The cold winds are rising.
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Let them come. My roots are sunk deep.
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Wife...