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Shake dreams your hair
My child, my sweet one
Choose the day, the sign of your day
The divinity
First you see

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One thing

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

A city rises the sea
I had a splitting
witch the feature is maid