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

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

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

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

scattered,
On dawns bleeding
Ghosts the young childs,
Fragile 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 dance and us
From the mockery of words,
inflames temperament.

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

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

One thing

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

A rises from the sea
I had a splitting
From witch the is maid