WINE AND GATES
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prestige had a clock
once for a door on the rest of lifes problems
the other for a coward that said the half of mock
are you one to live with your decisions?
the first to answer was a passion
here is a count of my names liberties
walk with me in the truth, fast and lasting
in our way will be all, the rest of the facts of histories
the second to come, was the craving for misery
the laugh of ones hurt eye, is nothing but a lie
the stone of its vision come this way and that, as if to say to epistlery
my knowing of a not is more than your will to denye
berieved one night, prestige came to the stillness of a tree
and asked, "What is to come to the little furies i said were the mix of meet"
"my head throb's, and my lip's quiver, yet i know not the bout of be"
"think me a hero of gall's and you will see the way for keep"
the tree rummaged through its memory, thinking this was their's, this was cares
but decided to speak not, for the thriving of a lend is in the giving
to take a world apart is to know the reason of its building, as heirs
of the truth, we should be, the face of time ever living
once for a door on the rest of lifes problems
the other for a coward that said the half of mock
are you one to live with your decisions?
the first to answer was a passion
here is a count of my names liberties
walk with me in the truth, fast and lasting
in our way will be all, the rest of the facts of histories
the second to come, was the craving for misery
the laugh of ones hurt eye, is nothing but a lie
the stone of its vision come this way and that, as if to say to epistlery
my knowing of a not is more than your will to denye
berieved one night, prestige came to the stillness of a tree
and asked, "What is to come to the little furies i said were the mix of meet"
"my head throb's, and my lip's quiver, yet i know not the bout of be"
"think me a hero of gall's and you will see the way for keep"
the tree rummaged through its memory, thinking this was their's, this was cares
but decided to speak not, for the thriving of a lend is in the giving
to take a world apart is to know the reason of its building, as heirs
of the truth, we should be, the face of time ever living
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