WINE AND GATES
Sleeping With Music On...
being the tart yesterday
we saw the rue of common courage...
these things in the stick and mystery of our eyes, way
of things to come, like the birth of knowledge...
but a sense has a face to kiss
the logic of unity to come, for a dirty word
or worse, the bride of vestige and hiss
the sight of another harrowing heard
sold pittances, the try of learning
the work of demonstration and the age of misery
we entail the reach for journeys of common enough earning
but have you, the lips to kindly show to history
blood in the rose, skin in those
we know the life of you's, the cult of contrary feelings
by the reasons of adoration we pose
the certain to delve, the ascertained wealing
but yet we are, the courage in the considerations of time
like a memory in the gray reaches of space
the tired eyes of virtue say the most, for an obvious rhyme
being the tart yesterday...
we saw the rue of common courage...
these things in the stick and mystery of our eyes, way
of things to come, like the birth of knowledge...
but a sense has a face to kiss
the logic of unity to come, for a dirty word
or worse, the bride of vestige and hiss
the sight of another harrowing heard
sold pittances, the try of learning
the work of demonstration and the age of misery
we entail the reach for journeys of common enough earning
but have you, the lips to kindly show to history
blood in the rose, skin in those
we know the life of you's, the cult of contrary feelings
by the reasons of adoration we pose
the certain to delve, the ascertained wealing
but yet we are, the courage in the considerations of time
like a memory in the gray reaches of space
the tired eyes of virtue say the most, for an obvious rhyme
being the tart yesterday...
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Sleeping With Music On...
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