WINE AND GATES
don't shame until you see the white...
loveable
but sings in the rain
don't mention cullable
for it has can for saying
living with shadows
making beds with a thumb
the riches of early birds to its lows
a high of service to another ideal that never dumbs
who are you when about has a cough
but a musical not to the life of reason
the season of order will have its rot
the apeing and gaping of a soul with it tough
my needs are simple, like water for wine
the rhyme of salt i have, for each his sly
that time with anger, we know to be a kind
is what i hold to futures, to see if hatred is nye
thank you for your charisma
thank you for food of elan
thank you for a sincere dilemna
thank you for an arogance to get along
but sings in the rain
don't mention cullable
for it has can for saying
living with shadows
making beds with a thumb
the riches of early birds to its lows
a high of service to another ideal that never dumbs
who are you when about has a cough
but a musical not to the life of reason
the season of order will have its rot
the apeing and gaping of a soul with it tough
my needs are simple, like water for wine
the rhyme of salt i have, for each his sly
that time with anger, we know to be a kind
is what i hold to futures, to see if hatred is nye
thank you for your charisma
thank you for food of elan
thank you for a sincere dilemna
thank you for an arogance to get along
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don`t shame until you see the white...
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