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

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

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

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

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

We assembled inside,
This ancient and insane
To our lust for our life,
And flee the wisdom 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
us one more hour,
To our art
And our lives.

We need golden copulations,
true kings murders
Are to roam free,
A thousand musicians arise from the
Where are the feast we are

One more

you oh lord
For the blind light
you oh lord
For the blind light

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