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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 //
why do you always bring the cold with you?
geez.
to your room, now! i won't have these snowflakes around.
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.