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Shake dreams your hair
My pretty child, my one
the day, choose the sign of your day
The divinity
First you see

A vast beach in a cool jeweled moon
naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of
The and voices are all around us

they croon the ancient ones
The time has again
Choose now, croon
the moon
Beside an ancient

Enter again the sweet
the hot dream
Come us
Everything is up and dances

scattered,
On dawns bleeding
Ghosts the young childs,
Fragile eggshell

We have inside,
ancient and insane theater
To propagate our for our life,
And flee the swarming of the streets.

The have stormed
The kept,
And one of all the rest
To dance and us
From the mockery of words,
inflames temperament.

Ooh great of being
us one more hour,
To our art
And our lives.

We great golden copulations,
When true murders
Are allowed to free,
A musicians arise from the land
Where are the we are promised?

One more

Thank you oh
For the blind light
you oh lord
For the blind light

A city from the sea
I had a headache
witch the feature is maid