WINE AND GATES
Piped In Music That Thought It Odd
name the garden
the lover in the sun, was your boredom
the chance of mixtures of poisons
was for the nearer fist, to the wisdom
eaves of candor , with condition for a smell
the lucre of since, the staring world
is a lurking form to the blessing we made will
the height of towers of misery, in a certain...
life
the rose of summation said the obvious
we tell it to the strife
from here to eternity, dust to dust
which of course will not do
the treaty of gold in its midst
is nowhere to be found, the who
is a skill we acquired while we insist
the fruit of emancipation be
our times are a changing leaf, to know sequence and thee
simply a final kiss, to the back of the neck, we
see the kind we are, the union of means
but do you know the way to the clouds
be it night or day, the walk there
is a song in the mind that has souls allowed
for the sincerity of here
the lover in the sun, was your boredom
the chance of mixtures of poisons
was for the nearer fist, to the wisdom
eaves of candor , with condition for a smell
the lucre of since, the staring world
is a lurking form to the blessing we made will
the height of towers of misery, in a certain...
life
the rose of summation said the obvious
we tell it to the strife
from here to eternity, dust to dust
which of course will not do
the treaty of gold in its midst
is nowhere to be found, the who
is a skill we acquired while we insist
the fruit of emancipation be
our times are a changing leaf, to know sequence and thee
simply a final kiss, to the back of the neck, we
see the kind we are, the union of means
but do you know the way to the clouds
be it night or day, the walk there
is a song in the mind that has souls allowed
for the sincerity of here
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Piped In Music That Thought It Odd
Piped In Music That Thought It Odd
