WINE AND GATES
Riddle of Waterfalls and Hatfulls of Sand
like lunch at a tripping anything
the road to havoc is small and with a guile for a star
then and with a care, we saw the night sing
the role of merry old men in the sugar...
the roses were rich, the tart end of simply the quiet reason...
to think, is a herald of violence, the rash now and the being of kind
we dole out the reason in fists and leases on life, but you are in season
this is your smile, this is your feather to think the better heart in the wine
toes and the sake of class and its heed for the bones that cried
this is the word of misery that followed you to the east
with a salty remark, we still the luck of a seer of the lied
like a brown morsel on fire, we note the tree for yeast...
able and quite capable of sight above the morrow
this is your chapter in a heavenly book, that began with a bite
of cake and ashes in the land to borrow
that has the chance of sobriety like the flower of a might
the road to havoc is small and with a guile for a star
then and with a care, we saw the night sing
the role of merry old men in the sugar...
the roses were rich, the tart end of simply the quiet reason...
to think, is a herald of violence, the rash now and the being of kind
we dole out the reason in fists and leases on life, but you are in season
this is your smile, this is your feather to think the better heart in the wine
toes and the sake of class and its heed for the bones that cried
this is the word of misery that followed you to the east
with a salty remark, we still the luck of a seer of the lied
like a brown morsel on fire, we note the tree for yeast...
able and quite capable of sight above the morrow
this is your chapter in a heavenly book, that began with a bite
of cake and ashes in the land to borrow
that has the chance of sobriety like the flower of a might
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Riddle of Waterfalls and Hatfulls of Sand
Riddle of Waterfalls and Hatfulls of Sand
