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Тексты песен Список исполнителейА  Б  В  Г  Д  Е  Ё  Ж  З  И  К  Л  М  Н  О  П  Р  С  Т  У  Ф  Х  Ц  Ч  Ш  Э  Ю  Я  A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z   Текст (слова) песни: Theatre Of Tragedy - Cassandra (Album edit)Cassandra He gave to her, yet tenfold claimd in return - She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Profferd to her his wauking heart - she turnd 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 - Apollos 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 fuelld by his prest haughtiness - If he did grant, wherefore 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 - Apollos 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 moreoer scourge, She held him august, yet wee; He left her neer without his heart. |
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