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

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

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

Enter again the sweet
Enter the hot
Come us
is broken up and dances

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

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

The have stormed
The kept,
And one of all the rest
To dance and us
From the mockery of words,
Music temperament.

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

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

One thing

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

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