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And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat on 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, and now the rains weep o'er hos halls, with no one there to hear. Yes now the rains weep o'er his halls, and not a soul to hear.