Текст песни Pale and Precious - The Dukes of Stratosphear
                                                So 
                                                pale 
                                                and 
                                                precious 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                that 
                                                will 
                                                shine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                every 
                                                morning 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                bed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                windows 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                pale 
                                                and 
                                                precious 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                as 
                                                it 
                                                climbs
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                moments 
                                                were 
                                                put 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                book
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                read 
                                                it 
                                                ′til 
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                blind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                than 
                                                I'm 
                                                sure 
                                                it 
                                                would 
                                                taste 
                                                like 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                tears 
                                                she 
                                                cried 
                                                flowed 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                brook
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                care 
                                                what 
                                                the 
                                                others 
                                                might 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fade 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                far 
                                                as 
                                                I'm 
                                                concerned 
                                                they 
                                                can 
                                                all 
                                                fall 
                                                apart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                perfumed 
                                                golden 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                pale 
                                                and 
                                                precious 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                steps 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                climb
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                pale 
                                                and 
                                                precious 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                that 
                                                will 
                                                shine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                room 
                                                so 
                                                bright 
                                                and 
                                                bare
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                then 
                                                her 
                                                garden 
                                                would 
                                                always 
                                                be 
                                                green
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                she 
                                                said 
                                                were 
                                                flowers 
                                                and 
                                                tress
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                time 
                                                together 
                                                fell 
                                                on 
                                                one 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                would 
                                                be 
                                                like 
                                                every 
                                                Christmas 
                                                there's 
                                                been
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                care 
                                                what 
                                                the 
                                                others 
                                                might 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                far 
                                                as 
                                                I′m 
                                                concerned 
                                                they 
                                                can 
                                                all 
                                                fall 
                                                apart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fade 
                                                Away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                she 
                                                rises 
                                                each 
                                                and 
                                                every 
                                                morning
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                blows 
                                                the 
                                                stars 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                lights 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                with 
                                                her 
                                                bright 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                smell 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                pinecones
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silver 
                                                Gentle
 
                                    
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