AwakeShake dreams from your hairMy pretty child, my sweet oneChoose the day and choose the sign of your dayThe day's divinityFirst thing you see
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by it's quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the wooly cotton brains of infancyThe music and voices are all around us
Choose they croon the Ancient OnesThe time has come againChoose now, they croonBeneath the moonBeside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forestEnter the hot dreamCome with usEverything is broken up and dances
Indians scatteredOn dawn's highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young child'sFragile eggshell mind
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