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He rode through the streets of the city,
down from his hill on high,
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,
he rode to a woman's sigh.
For she was his secret treasure,
she was his shame and his bliss.
And a chain and a keep are nothing,
compared to a woman's kiss.
For hands of gold are cold, but a woman's hands are warm...
- ↑ A Storm of Swords, Chapter 32, Tyrion IV.