WINE AND GATES
Days Of Clock's Taking Orange/Raspberry Suds
clean up your rascal
as wisdom is a rather lewd dole
the tact of pity isn't for a wall
the change of pining for the season of a hill
time in the round, with a sleeping prince
this church is on fire with a cringing
in the fortune we made, the tart envy to gage
as the irony of a future worth finding
jaundiced to a direct question
the town of correcting a myth
of youth to give, the tired eye of a bliss...
that digit is a swelling worth
anger
of a stalking hell of simple demands of the morning
we see the climb of demonic strangers
that have the day for an answer of an angel's horn and ink
should you shame, a burst of time
in the treachery of sincerity that was other...
places for an order of a worldly rhyme
that has a bomb for audacity to bother
sound like a pining flower?
sugar is your thumb of contrariness
sugar is your candor of suggested powers
sugar is your warmth of courage to fault the mess
playing with the flower
here is your timid reply to pennies from heaven
the total of pining is in the prayers of a government
determined to live in the limelight of saving...
sound like a flying power?
sugar is your king of serendipity
sugar is your can of moments with a beautiful lover...
sugar is your trophy of method in the city
fury's in the opinion of guilt
the turn of an anger into a liberty of a sexes cunning
the throat of seclusion is a mention of life all the while
jade is thinking, the moment we have a strong...
knotted with bugger
caught with a graceful stretch...
authority of many, udder
wine, nuts, and a moustache...
as wisdom is a rather lewd dole
the tact of pity isn't for a wall
the change of pining for the season of a hill
time in the round, with a sleeping prince
this church is on fire with a cringing
in the fortune we made, the tart envy to gage
as the irony of a future worth finding
jaundiced to a direct question
the town of correcting a myth
of youth to give, the tired eye of a bliss...
that digit is a swelling worth
anger
of a stalking hell of simple demands of the morning
we see the climb of demonic strangers
that have the day for an answer of an angel's horn and ink
should you shame, a burst of time
in the treachery of sincerity that was other...
places for an order of a worldly rhyme
that has a bomb for audacity to bother
sound like a pining flower?
sugar is your thumb of contrariness
sugar is your candor of suggested powers
sugar is your warmth of courage to fault the mess
playing with the flower
here is your timid reply to pennies from heaven
the total of pining is in the prayers of a government
determined to live in the limelight of saving...
sound like a flying power?
sugar is your king of serendipity
sugar is your can of moments with a beautiful lover...
sugar is your trophy of method in the city
fury's in the opinion of guilt
the turn of an anger into a liberty of a sexes cunning
the throat of seclusion is a mention of life all the while
jade is thinking, the moment we have a strong...
knotted with bugger
caught with a graceful stretch...
authority of many, udder
wine, nuts, and a moustache...
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Days Of Clock`s Taking Orange/Raspberry Suds
Days Of Clock`s Taking Orange/Raspberry Suds