WINE AND GATES
Right To The Point, Spy's And Dirt
fangs on this behalf
where were you, when the courage became a salt
these tidy strings and the bearing of an encouraged calf
dwelt low in the mind of a hand to quiet halt
so for your trys and byes
the luck of learning the ropes of virtue
was a herald of a need in the culture we sigh
is a calm could the rhyme of lifes cue
like your choices are the helm of the ship...
the breath and the art of motility being yours...
limit sovereignty or spare love, do you know the whit...
seclusion as a searched for land, is the reason to be our...
that's love for you...
when in the steam of merit we condition for the case and face of reality
here, is the can of could, do...
for we are more than a water and pain, in the sink of friends is a feality...
where were you, when the courage became a salt
these tidy strings and the bearing of an encouraged calf
dwelt low in the mind of a hand to quiet halt
so for your trys and byes
the luck of learning the ropes of virtue
was a herald of a need in the culture we sigh
is a calm could the rhyme of lifes cue
like your choices are the helm of the ship...
the breath and the art of motility being yours...
limit sovereignty or spare love, do you know the whit...
seclusion as a searched for land, is the reason to be our...
that's love for you...
when in the steam of merit we condition for the case and face of reality
here, is the can of could, do...
for we are more than a water and pain, in the sink of friends is a feality...
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Right To The Point, Spy`s And Dirt
Right To The Point, Spy`s And Dirt
