WINE AND GATES
Crazy For It, I Said A Sting Qued (Phantoms)
in the service of a can
bouyancy of a journied shoe
is whatever the drive of mercy was to a hand
the stilled night of reflect is a harbringer of who...?
simple night for a moon
the luck of waters and daughters of a fruits fall
has the sense to live in the craving of soon
the mystery in a bouncing ball
this booze is a direct friend...
dissuasion has a mouth for you...
continuation of a fact in the limelight, are you gay enough to see it to the end...
of a common enough reason for the lucre of history due...
the wind picked up one evening
the truth be totalled, we all come to the wishing well
with a token of candor for the leavening
the justice in a thumb, is the gorgeous to tell
for we eat the times in arduosness triumphant
the collection of wishes and furies of freshness to hell
this is the service of could, the art of worthing the lip as cant
the need of judgment ever have a story to tell
bouyancy of a journied shoe
is whatever the drive of mercy was to a hand
the stilled night of reflect is a harbringer of who...?
simple night for a moon
the luck of waters and daughters of a fruits fall
has the sense to live in the craving of soon
the mystery in a bouncing ball
this booze is a direct friend...
dissuasion has a mouth for you...
continuation of a fact in the limelight, are you gay enough to see it to the end...
of a common enough reason for the lucre of history due...
the wind picked up one evening
the truth be totalled, we all come to the wishing well
with a token of candor for the leavening
the justice in a thumb, is the gorgeous to tell
for we eat the times in arduosness triumphant
the collection of wishes and furies of freshness to hell
this is the service of could, the art of worthing the lip as cant
the need of judgment ever have a story to tell
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Crazy For It, I Said A Sting Qued (Phantoms)
Crazy For It, I Said A Sting Qued (Phantoms)
