Shake dreams from your hair. My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day's divinity
First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon.
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side and we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around
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