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ARYA
Quiet as a shadow
She lunges, stabs, and slashes
It's like needlework
BRAN
Winter is coming
Today he is broken, but
Someday he will fly
BRIENNE
For her promises
For the oaths she vowed to keep
She utters one word
ALAYNE
Lonely little bird
So tired of marriages
And so far from home
