And who
are you, the proud lord said,
that I
must bow so low?
Only a
cat of a different coat,
that's
all the truth I know.
In a
coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion
still has claws,
And mine
are long and sharp, my lord,
as long
and sharp as yours.
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.
(George R.R. Martin, A
Storm of Swords, Chapter 39, Arya)
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