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Cassandra
Wise. Forlorn. Tragic. Princess of Troy, beloved of Coroebus, a prophetess cursed never to be believed.
Take the quiz: "What Trojan-war era woman are you?"
We both know I need this too much.
Only I know that it's got to stop,
But I can't keep my anger up.
"Change it, it's your job,
Change it, it's your job."
Now I'm stuck.
I'm stuck.
She'll break some hearts
When she grows up.
She'll break some hearts
When she owns up.
Mine is one.
Mine is one.
When she looks at me
In that tone of voice,
She don't need to make a noise.
I can read her thoughts
In capital letters.
I've lost it since I met her.
- Ned's Atomic Dustbin, "Capital Letters"