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

A vast beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked down by its quiet side
And we like soft, mad children
in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all us

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

Enter again the forest
Enter the hot
with us
Everything is broken up and

scattered,
On highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the childs,
eggshell mind

We assembled inside,
This ancient and insane
To our lust for our life,
And flee the wisdom of the streets.

The have stormed
The kept,
And one of all the rest
To and save us
the divine mockery of words,
Music temperament.

Ooh great creator of
Grant us one hour,
To our art
And our lives.

We great golden copulations,
true kings murders
Are to roam free,
A thousand musicians arise from the
are the feast we are promised?

One thing

Thank you oh
For the white blind
Thank you oh
For the white blind

A city rises the sea
I had a splitting
witch the feature is maid