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And whoAm are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so loGw?
Only a caCt of a different coat,
that's all Dmthe truth I knoEw.
In a coat oAmf gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claGws,
ACnd mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long aDmnd sharp as youErs.
And sAmo he spoke, and so he spoEke,
that Amlord of CastamereE,
But now tFhe rains weep o'eDmr his hall,
with Fno one thEere to heaAmr.
Yes Fnow the rains weep o'Dmer his hall,
and Fnot a sEoul to heAmar
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