WINE AND GATES
Perhaps a secret, Sion...
a love story from tomorrow
the dream in your face is a waking fire
the hind and the ease of a life to borrow
like the tree's of damnation that groom a world for a lechery, higher
than the curt lip's of commotion in the window
we deem the house an aging mind
the problem with curses and the worsening heed for a smile low
the turn of care into a bird was all mine
you live in the shadows
i live in the judgment of can
cowards and place of heroes
have you live up to the moon, for a sand?
sleep and the acts of searching in the embarrassment of the land
the walls of convention that knew the trait of somberness
as we tour the treachery of simplicty like a handful of hate in the place of many
come to tooth, with a seemingly endless forest
think the liberty of wishes in the peace
and you will see the contested heir of somewhere known
this taste in curiosity is one from the borders of everlasting...
heeds before the idea grown...
the dream in your face is a waking fire
the hind and the ease of a life to borrow
like the tree's of damnation that groom a world for a lechery, higher
than the curt lip's of commotion in the window
we deem the house an aging mind
the problem with curses and the worsening heed for a smile low
the turn of care into a bird was all mine
you live in the shadows
i live in the judgment of can
cowards and place of heroes
have you live up to the moon, for a sand?
sleep and the acts of searching in the embarrassment of the land
the walls of convention that knew the trait of somberness
as we tour the treachery of simplicty like a handful of hate in the place of many
come to tooth, with a seemingly endless forest
think the liberty of wishes in the peace
and you will see the contested heir of somewhere known
this taste in curiosity is one from the borders of everlasting...
heeds before the idea grown...
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Perhaps a secret, Sion...
Perhaps a secret, Sion...
