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

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

Choose they the ancient ones
The has come again
Choose now, croon
Beneath the
an ancient lake

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

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

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

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

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

We need golden copulations,
When true murders
Are allowed to free,
A thousand arise from the land
Where are the feast we are

One more

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

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