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AwakeShake dreams from your hairMy pretty child, my sweet one.Choose the day andchoose the sign of your dayThe day’s divinityFirst thing you see.A vast radiant beachin a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by it’s quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the woolly cotton brains of infancyThe music and voices are all around us.Choose, they croon, the Ancient OnesThe time has come againChoose now, they croon,Beneath the moonBeside an ancient lakeEnter again the sweet forestEnter the hot dreamCome with usEverything is broken up and dances.
AwakeShake dreams from your hairMy pretty child, my sweet one.Choose the day andchoose the sign of your dayThe day’s divinityFirst thing you see.A vast radiant beachin a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by it’s quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the woolly cotton brains of infancyThe music and voices are all around us.Choose, they croon, the Ancient OnesThe time has come againChoose now, they croon,Beneath the moonBeside an ancient lakeEnter again the sweet forestEnter the hot dreamCome with usEverything is broken up and dances.
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