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

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

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

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

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

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

The barns stormed
The kept,
And one of all the rest
To and save us
From the 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 kings
Are to roam free,
A thousand musicians from the land
Where are the feast we are

One more

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

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