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

A vast radiant in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race by its quiet side
And we laugh soft, mad children
Smug in the cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all us

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

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

scattered,
On dawns highway
crowd the young childs,
Fragile mind

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

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

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

We need great copulations,
When true murders
Are to roam free,
A thousand musicians arise the land
Where are the feast we are

One more

Thank you oh
For the white light
Thank you oh
For the white light

A city rises the sea
I had a headache
From witch the feature is