WINE AND GATES
Does History Ever Risk The Yearning?
turning with the world
as shrewd as the tooth of vengeance
tearing the sun from orbit, for which is certain
the pathway of final prophets of instance
he holds the cure of virgin times
he holds the patience of moments to lose
he holds the can of causes that make rhymes
he holds the paradise of compliments of whose
burning with the sky
as cool as a head above virtues water
wrending must from the total of mine
the stilled charity of boldness, however sated
by the vote of the times
this old hand in the pot
is what gives the nature of the kind
all for all, any for ought
same old kiss
same old dream of visions in the proverbial wind
same old hiss
same old liking dirt and hurt for a kin
should we ever pass the pie of demands
dalliance seems to be a greater sort
the chance of class and the caste of wonder, is also ran
all in the shade of silence, with out a word
as shrewd as the tooth of vengeance
tearing the sun from orbit, for which is certain
the pathway of final prophets of instance
he holds the cure of virgin times
he holds the patience of moments to lose
he holds the can of causes that make rhymes
he holds the paradise of compliments of whose
burning with the sky
as cool as a head above virtues water
wrending must from the total of mine
the stilled charity of boldness, however sated
by the vote of the times
this old hand in the pot
is what gives the nature of the kind
all for all, any for ought
same old kiss
same old dream of visions in the proverbial wind
same old hiss
same old liking dirt and hurt for a kin
should we ever pass the pie of demands
dalliance seems to be a greater sort
the chance of class and the caste of wonder, is also ran
all in the shade of silence, with out a word
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Does History Ever Risk The Yearning?
Does History Ever Risk The Yearning?
