WINE AND GATES

A Sung Idea Greater By The Doesn't

once upon a thought
twice upon a courage
thrice upon a simplicity sought
four times the kind of worry, wage

a wish upon a star
the form of a concensus of knowledge
is made, to the succor of are
the liberty in a curiouser fate

pride before grace?
was not the cant of does
the mind it took to keep places
of patience for another's prayers, wasn't

the limelight so far
we are the could of sincere kind
meant for older sigh's of should, a lark
that this is the religion of time

but yet still the question remains
the try of order in our hands and steps of life
was not the answer of such, a mete of what has, aims
by the very sound of causes, we keep strife...

so to a lucky penny, that said the world a knowing rectangle
this moment of ought, in its majesty of calming the nerves of ever
isn't a ley of need the conscience of somber deed, the name of an angel
made for reasons knowing enough, that the burden of courage is never...


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A Sung Idea Greater By The Doesn`t

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