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

A vast radiant in a cool jeweled moon
Couples race down by its quiet side
And we like soft, mad children
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
the moon
Beside an ancient

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

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

We have inside,
ancient and insane 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 and save us
From the divine of words,
Music temperament.

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

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

One more

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

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