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 Cassandra City burning, an enemy conquers Despite of all the bravery The prophetess dragged from the Temple Raped and brought to slavery Again a world burns, towers falling Friends disappear without a trace But now at peace with the enemies In modern Troy she finds a place To revenge sacrilege, come Locrian slaves Hiding from a threatening mob Finding their way through darkened alleys In your arms they cry and sob An age old tragedy is being repeated As are the dramas of recent years This time there is a happy ending Finding protection from your fears Mother of the unforgiven Protector of slaves old and new I am proud to stand beside you From darkest night till morning dew... Frodo © WanderingSpirits 2001 |
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