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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  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 (Cheap wine 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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