I can't believe that it's real,
The way that she makes me feel.
It's something deep down inside,
Though it's a feeling I cannot tie.
The way that she makes me feel.
It's something deep down inside,
Though it's a feeling I cannot tie.
She's never been unfaithful to me,
So we will always be.
She's never been unfaithful to me,
As far as I can see.
So we will always be.
She's never been unfaithful to me,
As far as I can see.
She gave me love in the morning and in the evening too.
She gave me love in the morning and in the evening too.
She gave me love when I'm lonely, so I've never felt blue.
She gave me love when I'm lonely, so I've never felt blue.
She gave me love in the morning and in the evening too.
She gave me love when I'm lonely, so I've never felt blue.
She gave me love when I'm lonely, so I've never felt blue.
So ride on, Cassandra, ride on, yes, ride on, ride on.
Ride on, Cassandra, ride on, ride on,
Ride on, Cassandra, ride on, ride on,
ride on.
Evelyn De Morgan, Cassandra, 1898, De Morgan Centre, London, above;
Ajax
taking Cassandra, tondo of a red-figure kylix by the Kodros Painter. 440-430 BC,
Louvre, Paris, below.
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