WINE AND GATES
Day's Gone By, For The Such To Be (Sin?...)
tis the season of dandelion's
this pie is for the grand and the poor
where substance meet's the trying
cant you sugar, oddity and war
like a resting eye
the taste of here and now, is for you
the living stain of a cry
was you and yours the kept tiger to...
care
the peace in the eaves of the hair
where the cope of wishes is fair
the can of hope that makes you a stare
penny for the thought of a soul to roam
and the care of light anew
this bell of a chance, is your life a stone?
this heed of reason comes home
tired of the season of culture
haven't, the need of creation been one too many
kisses of which in the tradition of pure
the call to more duty...
where has the stone of ugliness gone?
time has a walking smile, by the mile
we know the curiosity of vindication was a fate all along
that has a heart to see, the conscience of gentle...
like a sunshine's chance of days
made to keep, made to mere
the love of sincere compare
we are the now, and the winds seek...
this pie is for the grand and the poor
where substance meet's the trying
cant you sugar, oddity and war
like a resting eye
the taste of here and now, is for you
the living stain of a cry
was you and yours the kept tiger to...
care
the peace in the eaves of the hair
where the cope of wishes is fair
the can of hope that makes you a stare
penny for the thought of a soul to roam
and the care of light anew
this bell of a chance, is your life a stone?
this heed of reason comes home
tired of the season of culture
haven't, the need of creation been one too many
kisses of which in the tradition of pure
the call to more duty...
where has the stone of ugliness gone?
time has a walking smile, by the mile
we know the curiosity of vindication was a fate all along
that has a heart to see, the conscience of gentle...
like a sunshine's chance of days
made to keep, made to mere
the love of sincere compare
we are the now, and the winds seek...
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Day`s Gone By, For The Such To Be (Sin?...)
Day`s Gone By, For The Such To Be (Sin?...)
