winter be coming
and rains be coming
and chill be coming
and frost be coming
and trembling coming
and chills and frosts
flu's and frost-bites
ruddy faces violet lips
and leaves be falling
and trees denuding
and tree-trunks assailed
and small bushes in covert
and the graves white in dawn
and the winds neighing
and the doors knocking
and the windows squeaking
and the nights storming
winter be coming.
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