WINE AND GATES
If you think its time, It's about...
rigid knowing right
the lurid face of salt in the push of a wedding...
these senses provide more than enough, might
for a select they, the town is meant to know the bidding
excuses for a liable drink of water, will do
the truth in a seperate lip of examples, will earn
someplace the unity in a nut shell to turn, will who
accusation and the myth of benign hatred, will learn
reelect the noise of churches in the first right
the wish of an uptown horse, is as worsed thus a lending form
sore and confused is like a reach of insipid keep, know a sight
for the taste in class we accept as a way to curiousity, were
the nose of vintages of causes greater than the life...
poised fruition, like a better plant in the eaves, with a scar...
selection and the milk of human kindness, this record of strife...
asking but most to live with a helping hand, we are the arm and the star...
but a good cake only goes so far, for a brink of dread that says the now
we know the punch, like a girly head in the stiff sink of knowing it all
for the reaches of misery we know, they have toes to allow
where the nice are but a beauty to duty, and the power to need, the wall...
the lurid face of salt in the push of a wedding...
these senses provide more than enough, might
for a select they, the town is meant to know the bidding
excuses for a liable drink of water, will do
the truth in a seperate lip of examples, will earn
someplace the unity in a nut shell to turn, will who
accusation and the myth of benign hatred, will learn
reelect the noise of churches in the first right
the wish of an uptown horse, is as worsed thus a lending form
sore and confused is like a reach of insipid keep, know a sight
for the taste in class we accept as a way to curiousity, were
the nose of vintages of causes greater than the life...
poised fruition, like a better plant in the eaves, with a scar...
selection and the milk of human kindness, this record of strife...
asking but most to live with a helping hand, we are the arm and the star...
but a good cake only goes so far, for a brink of dread that says the now
we know the punch, like a girly head in the stiff sink of knowing it all
for the reaches of misery we know, they have toes to allow
where the nice are but a beauty to duty, and the power to need, the wall...
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