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Shake from your hair
My child, my sweet one
Choose the day, the sign of your day
The days
First you see

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

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

again the sweet forest
Enter the hot
with us
Everything is up and dances

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

We assembled inside,
This ancient and insane
To propagate our 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
From the mockery of words,
inflames temperament.

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

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

One thing

you oh lord
For the white light
you oh lord
For the white blind

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