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Cassandra Lyrics Artist(Band):Theatre Of Tragedy
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffered to her his walking heart - she turned it down, Reposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn. Prophetess or fond?, Though her parle of truth: "I can tomorrow - refell me if ye can!", Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane - Sëer of the future, not of twain, "Sicker!", quoth Cassandra. Still, is she lief and quaint in his eye, a sight divine? - A mistress fueled 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?, Though her parle of truth: "I can tomorrow - refell me if ye can!", Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane - Sëer of the future, not of twain, "Sicker!", quoth Cassandra. 'Or was he an eried being, 'Or was he weening - alack nay mo; Her naysay' rought 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. Though her parle of truth: "I can tomorrow - refell me if ye can!", Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane - Sëer of the future, not of twain, "Sicker!", quoth Cassandra. 'Or was he an eried being, 'Or was he weening - alack nay mo; Her naysay' rought his heart, Her daffing was the grave of all hope - If you find some error in Cassandra Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to insaneklownbro@aim.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Cassandra The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Theatre Of Tragedy" Music | |
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