Elizabeth Siddal Songtext
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Elizabeth Siddal Songtext
Elizabeth hides the fish in a dark and empty forest
Lungs are overwhelmed with bright flashes of light
Long hands buzzed about by cold and withered summer
Roots are sprouted armor of her beautiful prince
The croaking of the crow comes in a bad dream
Knitting a shirt from nettle
Girl in a thickets of weeping willow
Soon will wake up sea maids and gray owls
Soon green poisons would be woven in talks
Soon the gorgeous Sídhes will come from the hills
Sleep, fall asleep, babe Elizabeth Siddal
You are a child in a round dance of insane
Oh please do not say, do not say anything
An elephant with a blue gaze turns around the planet
The flowers in your crown are rotting for the king
The trees are whispering about the main things
But we′ve forgotten how to listen
Miracles often happen (if you notice) without no reason
Soon will wake up sea maids and gray owls
Soon green poisons would be woven in talks
Soon the gorgeous Sídhes will come from the hills
Sleep, fall asleep, babe Elizabeth Siddal
When the rivers turn their waters backward
Your dress turns out to be a white bird
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Lungs are overwhelmed with bright flashes of light
Long hands buzzed about by cold and withered summer
Roots are sprouted armor of her beautiful prince
The croaking of the crow comes in a bad dream
Knitting a shirt from nettle
Girl in a thickets of weeping willow
Soon will wake up sea maids and gray owls
Soon green poisons would be woven in talks
Soon the gorgeous Sídhes will come from the hills
Sleep, fall asleep, babe Elizabeth Siddal
You are a child in a round dance of insane
Oh please do not say, do not say anything
An elephant with a blue gaze turns around the planet
The flowers in your crown are rotting for the king
The trees are whispering about the main things
But we′ve forgotten how to listen
Miracles often happen (if you notice) without no reason
Soon will wake up sea maids and gray owls
Soon green poisons would be woven in talks
Soon the gorgeous Sídhes will come from the hills
Sleep, fall asleep, babe Elizabeth Siddal
When the rivers turn their waters backward
Your dress turns out to be a white bird
Circles on the top erasing watchword
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