WINE AND GATES
To martyr roses, is to seek liberty
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do you remember the cold stare of history?
when the world wakes, the verges of suggestion suggest you, wise
was the church of utter contempt, to live in the take and call of epistlery
we say to you in the ordinary light, of curiousity, calm was a hand in
the torrid have an eye with you also, the realm of possibility to care for sake
the blend of kisses and wishes is dreadful to liberty, yet we have kind
should we still the earth once more,like a worth was, for the concensus of hate
these dreams , these works of sour noses to tell
the was of cause is yours for a wind and a song
and ours for a lip of chance with the best regards of hell
should we have the time of our lives, or is this callous heart one to wrong
in the end, it seems you smiled
a frosty with and been of old, that has the sense to stay away from hates reason
they of a cool eye will know, the stir of echoes which brought you life, whiled
but yet we hear the courage of your breath, and its work to know lifes season
do you remember the cold stare of history?
when the world wakes, the verges of suggestion suggest you, wise
was the church of utter contempt, to live in the take and call of epistlery
we say to you in the ordinary light, of curiousity, calm was a hand in
the torrid have an eye with you also, the realm of possibility to care for sake
the blend of kisses and wishes is dreadful to liberty, yet we have kind
should we still the earth once more,like a worth was, for the concensus of hate
these dreams , these works of sour noses to tell
the was of cause is yours for a wind and a song
and ours for a lip of chance with the best regards of hell
should we have the time of our lives, or is this callous heart one to wrong
in the end, it seems you smiled
a frosty with and been of old, that has the sense to stay away from hates reason
they of a cool eye will know, the stir of echoes which brought you life, whiled
but yet we hear the courage of your breath, and its work to know lifes season
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To martyr roses, is to seek liberty
To martyr roses, is to seek liberty