WINE AND GATES
starving for flowers and opinions
been a friend, to the tip of my tongue
the which in the naieve wind has found us
the course of somes we took for granted as among
we are the thunder in the corner of live's eye, thus
a casual beginning to common roots
the where in our defense
says the rights of a cool burden, a life in cahoots
with strange assumption, we are the will of the kind that ends
thank you, Mr. death
the roast pig and the ache of synnergies of ahead
showed us a life to come, like so much paper to lend
the wind says we are a little more naieve, for fed
we walk along, thinking the deem of a considered notion
this way and that, a portion of our courtesy to find a youth
but we are like a handsome face to commit to a little bitterer pill
they are ashes of disdain in the ocean
we thank you again death, knowing you have little ones to kill
the road to fairness and the eaves of summation
come to us far away, as if this part of a barren hill
we wait, we know, the reach of substance here, and a worldly exclamation
the tooth in the clouds
the pride of a steep mountain
the whoth of consciences of the winds sound
the right of presumption that comes to those that can
perhaps sunlight was a measure of sincerity, though
the luck of here and now to know the heard and new
this much, this money, we know
the gardens of tomorrow call to us, like a few
the which in the naieve wind has found us
the course of somes we took for granted as among
we are the thunder in the corner of live's eye, thus
a casual beginning to common roots
the where in our defense
says the rights of a cool burden, a life in cahoots
with strange assumption, we are the will of the kind that ends
thank you, Mr. death
the roast pig and the ache of synnergies of ahead
showed us a life to come, like so much paper to lend
the wind says we are a little more naieve, for fed
we walk along, thinking the deem of a considered notion
this way and that, a portion of our courtesy to find a youth
but we are like a handsome face to commit to a little bitterer pill
they are ashes of disdain in the ocean
we thank you again death, knowing you have little ones to kill
the road to fairness and the eaves of summation
come to us far away, as if this part of a barren hill
we wait, we know, the reach of substance here, and a worldly exclamation
the tooth in the clouds
the pride of a steep mountain
the whoth of consciences of the winds sound
the right of presumption that comes to those that can
perhaps sunlight was a measure of sincerity, though
the luck of here and now to know the heard and new
this much, this money, we know
the gardens of tomorrow call to us, like a few
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starving for flowers and opinions
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