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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One thing

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

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