Текст песни Elia Rising - Sort Sol
                                                    A 
                                                god 
                                                descended 
                                                one 
                                                day 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                halls 
                                                of 
                                                Hay
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                rank 
                                                it 
                                                came 
                                                from 
                                                    I 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                know 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                tears 
                                                and 
                                                clay
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                went 
                                                about 
                                                quite 
                                                naked 
                                                aroused 
                                                and 
                                                slightly 
                                                dazed
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ears 
                                                were 
                                                large 
                                                and 
                                                shiny 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                    a 
                                                dreaming 
                                                haze
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                houses 
                                                of 
                                                morning 
                                                    I 
                                                rise 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                wearing 
                                                    a 
                                                crown 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                glittery 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                going 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                wild 
                                                flowers 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                marry 
                                                the 
                                                boy 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                willows 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                called 
                                                you 
                                                here 
                                                cried 
                                                one 
                                                child 
                                                we 
                                                need 
                                                nothing 
                                                from 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                emperors 
                                                new 
                                                clothes 
                                                in 
                                                disguise 
                                                filthy, 
                                                pale 
                                                and 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                houses 
                                                of 
                                                morning 
                                                    I 
                                                rise 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                wearing 
                                                    a 
                                                crown 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                glittery 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                going 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                wild 
                                                flowers 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                marry 
                                                the 
                                                boy 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                willows 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                houses 
                                                of 
                                                morning 
                                                    I 
                                                rise 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                wearing 
                                                    a 
                                                crown 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                glittery 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                going 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                wild 
                                                flowers 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                marry 
                                                the 
                                                boy 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                willows 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                houses 
                                                of 
                                                morning 
                                                    I 
                                                rise 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                wearing 
                                                    a 
                                                crown 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                glittery 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                going 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                wild 
                                                flowers 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                marry 
                                                the 
                                                boy 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                willows 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hm 
                                                    x 
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