WINE AND GATES
Watching The World Think The Stares
prove the wish is honor
the talk of the town in the east, is a word fellow
the cant of breed in the heed of a sour
the cool sorrow of courtesy to the time of our harrow
sink a tooth, wink at couth
the rage of another ordeal of the fascination in the candor
is herald a pretty page in the succor of a bath
this social disease is for your misery, to clean a worth...
pies to cling to, climbing the stock and trade of a zealot
the tired eyes of yearning for the future magic in the past
that made us a liberty to delve into the ashes and marks of a harlot
this tear of sodden religion is a tour of cast...
fish to call home
the job of singing to a star
the tact of unity for a care in salt and chrome
thinking but a sweet curiosity isn't the har...
where have the sunny days gone?
with an iced tea under my humming...
knows the dream in the splash of judgment that comes to done?
the right side of an apple is bumming...
burnt leaves
in our stink we keep a kind thought to question
the set of a new role in what receives
why do we select anger for a mixed blessing?
silence costs a dutiful tree in the yarn
going for the laid, seeks the king of jade
did with a cocoanut inside, is a kiss with a marm
thoughts that make candy know the sorrow of a seclusion's sate
baby's for a dollar, and the sense it took to know harms way
the trevail of sincerity is about to set sail
these days are more anxious for passion then we thought, perhaps a say
with a bear is meaning the sight of misery in a kiss, never fails
the talk of the town in the east, is a word fellow
the cant of breed in the heed of a sour
the cool sorrow of courtesy to the time of our harrow
sink a tooth, wink at couth
the rage of another ordeal of the fascination in the candor
is herald a pretty page in the succor of a bath
this social disease is for your misery, to clean a worth...
pies to cling to, climbing the stock and trade of a zealot
the tired eyes of yearning for the future magic in the past
that made us a liberty to delve into the ashes and marks of a harlot
this tear of sodden religion is a tour of cast...
fish to call home
the job of singing to a star
the tact of unity for a care in salt and chrome
thinking but a sweet curiosity isn't the har...
where have the sunny days gone?
with an iced tea under my humming...
knows the dream in the splash of judgment that comes to done?
the right side of an apple is bumming...
burnt leaves
in our stink we keep a kind thought to question
the set of a new role in what receives
why do we select anger for a mixed blessing?
silence costs a dutiful tree in the yarn
going for the laid, seeks the king of jade
did with a cocoanut inside, is a kiss with a marm
thoughts that make candy know the sorrow of a seclusion's sate
baby's for a dollar, and the sense it took to know harms way
the trevail of sincerity is about to set sail
these days are more anxious for passion then we thought, perhaps a say
with a bear is meaning the sight of misery in a kiss, never fails
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Watching The World Think The Stares
Watching The World Think The Stares
