WINE AND GATES
Hungry Limes, Not The Quicker Pickle?
threat of an even road
the sun is your glittering friend
eat and seat the church in the hold
of a sincere try for the pie, is a corn to send
the lucre on the behalf of the sky
is where, the scare of your many thank you's and hung worries
the laugh in the salad, said you were obvious, now live and lie
a care will come, to know your soap, the taste of hurries
a faerie berry in the north of the city
wish me a happy journey, the tell of told eyes is with me yet
the placation of minds in the sigh's of need, show me a bloody...
the gift of regret...?
of a life in the south of the final lightning bolt
the waters recede to nothing, the act of misery in the neglected hand
this is your smile in the wool, the figure of sand and the head of a jolt
would you? the panic in the land...
larger than life, we know the street to heaven
the toes of comment to the contrary, the zeal of a kinding wind
where is your mind, the sign of the times is our heir, of a heathen
to but walk there, is a logic of knowing the demand of sin
the sun is your glittering friend
eat and seat the church in the hold
of a sincere try for the pie, is a corn to send
the lucre on the behalf of the sky
is where, the scare of your many thank you's and hung worries
the laugh in the salad, said you were obvious, now live and lie
a care will come, to know your soap, the taste of hurries
a faerie berry in the north of the city
wish me a happy journey, the tell of told eyes is with me yet
the placation of minds in the sigh's of need, show me a bloody...
the gift of regret...?
of a life in the south of the final lightning bolt
the waters recede to nothing, the act of misery in the neglected hand
this is your smile in the wool, the figure of sand and the head of a jolt
would you? the panic in the land...
larger than life, we know the street to heaven
the toes of comment to the contrary, the zeal of a kinding wind
where is your mind, the sign of the times is our heir, of a heathen
to but walk there, is a logic of knowing the demand of sin
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Hungry Limes, Not The Quicker Pickle?
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