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

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

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

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

scattered,
On highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the childs,
eggshell mind

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

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

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

We need golden copulations,
When kings murders
Are to roam free,
A thousand musicians from the land
Where are the we are promised?

One more

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

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