WINE AND GATES
Is It Me, Or Is That Toe A Thought To Keep?
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and know the salt
it took to make mother earth
in a round way, we are all at fault
did ages demand a coifed sense?
does rage of a heed, know the case of fire?
was the dead the reason we are loves to lends?
can a flower have the stilled nerves of an ire?
still I wouldn't
the chance of a witness in the bearing's sand
burning or cooling, we tell the trail of soon
the power to live greater by the land
hands of cowardice are like this
the token of justice in your name
but not that of a liberal lord to keep bliss
that ant and that want, know the terror of a game
then has a bloody nose, do you remember where to situate salt?
does a hand keeping a bitter herb, have the sense to live in the heat?
can a cold stare of reason know your better behalf, even when nation's call?
did the reign of tradition show you to be a hardy or fell problem, the answer to seed?
couldn't the need be the same
wasn't the torch of guile the proper way to marriage
doesn't the care of succor have the scent of driven snow to its way
thus a symbol of life, is not the tarry of fidelity a stone of miscarriage
blind
and knowing the salt it took to make another earth
was not thus, your religion of hind
where has that shadow gone, if not to worth...
and know the salt
it took to make mother earth
in a round way, we are all at fault
did ages demand a coifed sense?
does rage of a heed, know the case of fire?
was the dead the reason we are loves to lends?
can a flower have the stilled nerves of an ire?
still I wouldn't
the chance of a witness in the bearing's sand
burning or cooling, we tell the trail of soon
the power to live greater by the land
hands of cowardice are like this
the token of justice in your name
but not that of a liberal lord to keep bliss
that ant and that want, know the terror of a game
then has a bloody nose, do you remember where to situate salt?
does a hand keeping a bitter herb, have the sense to live in the heat?
can a cold stare of reason know your better behalf, even when nation's call?
did the reign of tradition show you to be a hardy or fell problem, the answer to seed?
couldn't the need be the same
wasn't the torch of guile the proper way to marriage
doesn't the care of succor have the scent of driven snow to its way
thus a symbol of life, is not the tarry of fidelity a stone of miscarriage
blind
and knowing the salt it took to make another earth
was not thus, your religion of hind
where has that shadow gone, if not to worth...
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Is It Me, Or Is That Toe A Thought To Keep?
Is It Me, Or Is That Toe A Thought To Keep?
