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Cyrano of Bergerac
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This is the story of more than a man
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A notable gentleman (born in Bergerac)
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Who his life gave for impossible goals
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That both time and fortune stole
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In a soulless world
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Where all is such cold as false
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Where all has been whirled
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As if was a mad waltz
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I mean to be like
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The warm spirit of a song
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Noble and dreamlike
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Now and for so long
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In the battle and the poetry
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Brave and dashing I will be
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And when foes came ten to one
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Was a foul game and I won
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While I made rhymes with the wit sword
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And when love came light which glows
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Was my sad shame: heart or nose
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Nose she chose
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Falls the curtain
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Making certain
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I'm not shadow of my friend
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But the glory
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Wrote my story
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True love I'll defend
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To the end
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But the drama had
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Words behind good appearance
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His beauty was clad
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With my spirit and romance
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But the beauty died
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And soon the voice was got mute
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Letters dulcified
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Turn into spoilt fruit
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In my dreams and false illusions
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Sweetest lover I will be
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And when love came light which glows
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Was my sad shame: heart or nose
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Nose she chose
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I'm dying
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Death can't catch
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A sole thing, my penache!
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Now I see
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What my soul didn't
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Ideal true love, real would be
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If my eyes has been my heart
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My eyes show pain now I know he's free
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And he'll never be close to me
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Hero who romantically died
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Poet who made people sadly cry
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Your mind, can't find, can't find
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A strong bind, a sure bind
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Lover who can love with no reward
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Gentleman whom will sing all the bards
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Your mind, can find, can find
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A solid sign for world is not so blind
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Cyrano of Bergerac
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DARK MOOR |