In Praise of Cyrano
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Lyrics
He had a fault This is most true But others have faults greater still A noble profile was his rue But many have done greater ill And yet he would not show His love Nor let her know That she was dear Though he was near He dared not tell her so Now why was he the only man To see himself not worth his prize? About myself they plot and plan How to find favour in my eyes But never do they guess That I might think them less Than one who chose Due to his nose To love But not confess
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Song Details
- Duration
- 00:51
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 158 BPM