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

A vast radiant beach in a cool moon
Couples naked race by its quiet side
And we like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton of infancy
The music and are all around us

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

again the sweet forest
Enter the hot
Come us
Everything is broken up and

scattered,
On dawns bleeding
Ghosts the young childs,
Fragile mind

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

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

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

We need great copulations,
When kings murders
Are allowed to free,
A musicians arise from the land
Where are the feast we are

One more

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

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