Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - Cassandra
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He gave to her, yet tenfold claim`d in return -She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;Proffer`d to her his wauking heart - she turn`d it down,Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.Prophetess or fond?,Tho` her parle of truth;"I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!",Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo`s bane -Seer of the future, not of twain,"Sicker!", quoth Cassandra.Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? -A mistress fuell`d by his prest haughtiness -If he did grant, whrefore then did he not foresee,Belike egal as it to him might be?!Prophetess or fond?,Tho` her parle of truth;"I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!",Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo`s bane -Seer of the future, not of twain,"Sicker!", quoth Cassandra.`Or was he an aeried being;`Or was he weening - alack nay mo;Her naysay` raught his heart,Her daffing was the grave of all hope -She belied her own words,He thought her life, save moreo`er scourge,She held him august, yet wee;He left her ne`er without his heart.