WINE AND GATES
I bid You Adieu If waters cross paths
think me an urge
of metal in the distance, that loved the patience
of causes in throes of courage that know the will to purge
the creature of dependancy is a limit of realization
the tooth fairy and the bull frog of a good sneeze
have gotten a little pregnant...
for a simple man to say the stain of water in the breeze
never all, always bread, and forever a hat full of scent
think me a future
of mete and the miracle of when we are
the reason of forms that know the curiousity of a thought pure
the right side of causes great enough to war
the lips of courses and the horses of disdain
we know the reality of another curse
the which in the paradise of simplified reign
was a fish out of water, think me a murder
think me a passion
the will of which is merely to know
the wave of consciences and the prescience of save, and beauty lasting
is a walk with certainty, the hard place of woe
a dream from the east of versus and the vertigo of ages
the welcomed may, and the seldom way
is from the heart of rages
and this is the terror to say
of metal in the distance, that loved the patience
of causes in throes of courage that know the will to purge
the creature of dependancy is a limit of realization
the tooth fairy and the bull frog of a good sneeze
have gotten a little pregnant...
for a simple man to say the stain of water in the breeze
never all, always bread, and forever a hat full of scent
think me a future
of mete and the miracle of when we are
the reason of forms that know the curiousity of a thought pure
the right side of causes great enough to war
the lips of courses and the horses of disdain
we know the reality of another curse
the which in the paradise of simplified reign
was a fish out of water, think me a murder
think me a passion
the will of which is merely to know
the wave of consciences and the prescience of save, and beauty lasting
is a walk with certainty, the hard place of woe
a dream from the east of versus and the vertigo of ages
the welcomed may, and the seldom way
is from the heart of rages
and this is the terror to say
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I bid You Adieu If waters cross paths
I bid You Adieu If waters cross paths
