In Praise Of Cyrano Lyrics by Emilie Autumn
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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 favor 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
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 favor 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