Ophelia  Cordelia  Desdemona  And Kate  My sweetness and Beatrice  So precious your pain  I sing for your lovers  Your heavenly fathers to be  Your possible futures  Your obvious endings defeat me  Alma  Badoura  Dorothea  And Jade  Belphoebe is just like me  Such perfect disdain  I sing for the daughters  The heavenly mothers to be  Insanity's wanderings  Ritual fatherings greet me  So carry me (there's no one to)  Comfort me (there's no one to)  Care for me (there's no one to)  Capture me  Ophelia (I dream of the daughters to be)  Cordelia (the ritual fatherings)  Desdemona (the heavenly mothers to be)  And Kate (insanity's wanderings)  Alma (the sons and the lovers to be)  Badoura (the infidel creatures like me)  Dorothea (the virginal martyrs to be)  And Jade (the doting fathers)  I sing for the passive  The heavenly loyals to be  The unrewarded loves  Obvious endings defeat me  While I'm asleep I can open my eyes  What my lucid heart speaks  Conscious caution denies  Here betwixt and between  Lies Iago's demise  As I sing for my creatures  Their infidel features  Ophelia (I dream of the fathers to be)  Cordelia (the heavenly loyals like me)  Desdemona (insanity's wanderings)  And Kate (suicide's followers)  My sweetness (the virginal martyrs to be)  And beatrice (the doting lovers for she)  So precious (the unrewarded like me)  Your pain (the infidel creatures)  Alma (the worshipful followers)  Badoura (the doting mothers to be)  Dorothea (the constant martyrs)  And Jade (the unaging fathers)  Belphoebe (the unloving characters)  Is just like me (insanity's wanderings)  Such perfect (the heavenly daughters to be)  Disdain (the obvious endings)