In Praise Of Cyrano Lyrics - Emilie Autumn

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 favour 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