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

A radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad
in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all us

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

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

scattered,
On highway bleeding
crowd the young childs,
Fragile eggshell

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

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

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

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

One thing

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

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