WINE AND GATES
Perfume And Flowers, Yeast Thinks The Tide
west with the talk
of an eastern town
this southern exposure is a milk
in the north, sugar said a gown
apples that rhyme with patience
miracle babies that select the given
winks of eyes that know the ironic rational
of mercy in the fore of sight's living
quiz:
doesn't a guilt have the words of a memory for heaven
this is the kindness of a dish
the moments of meager teeth, show us a walking...
dreams and disease
the quick and the damned knead the dough of wisdom
is fate in the direction of a butterfly
remember the sign of religion when I cumin
we serve the mention of salt
the price of guile , in the form of said
it is a lover we seek, the panic of malt
does your head hurt, we notice the dread...
perhaps not as bad as you thin
kiss a wool, time a fool, egis a soul
completing the meal, we know you for king's
this boy is an egg mired by a golden shoe'll
boredom may be, the heart of tact for a sponge
these days were the life of a new burden in the frolic
grace be an open sky, with a rainbow that hum's
in the reach of a presence of a wonderful thought...
could you, should you, who'd ewe
the nature of oats that hurry for whistle's
of pomposity that comes to you
for a simple reality of guarantee's that reasons kisses
of an eastern town
this southern exposure is a milk
in the north, sugar said a gown
apples that rhyme with patience
miracle babies that select the given
winks of eyes that know the ironic rational
of mercy in the fore of sight's living
quiz:
doesn't a guilt have the words of a memory for heaven
this is the kindness of a dish
the moments of meager teeth, show us a walking...
dreams and disease
the quick and the damned knead the dough of wisdom
is fate in the direction of a butterfly
remember the sign of religion when I cumin
we serve the mention of salt
the price of guile , in the form of said
it is a lover we seek, the panic of malt
does your head hurt, we notice the dread...
perhaps not as bad as you thin
kiss a wool, time a fool, egis a soul
completing the meal, we know you for king's
this boy is an egg mired by a golden shoe'll
boredom may be, the heart of tact for a sponge
these days were the life of a new burden in the frolic
grace be an open sky, with a rainbow that hum's
in the reach of a presence of a wonderful thought...
could you, should you, who'd ewe
the nature of oats that hurry for whistle's
of pomposity that comes to you
for a simple reality of guarantee's that reasons kisses
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Perfume And Flowers, Yeast Thinks The Tide
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