WINE AND GATES
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eggs to render
in the still of a blue eye
haven't you seen my amends
the panic of a jury in the steel sky
somewhere the daring of a soul
is a labor of burdened counts of reach
the tired eyes of sudden ply, to play upon a still warm rule
role of a sandy stare at a kind to seek the nature of cease, bleach
which proves a silly name has a tongue
the turn of wishes for a trying wind, of considered sion
this harrowing need is a lucre beyond the stare, of a heart among
the right to a seed is astounding, the future in a sate, to continue worth living...
the times are a focused mind, with a reason for a liberty's season
the chide of care in our form and hour, dissuasion of fall
to a voice that has a tendered thought for each his, or her gleaning
the tradition of a wage of few's that know the bearing of all
this silver toe, in the tarry of youth to earn mere
for a sincerer tide of sameness that has, the very of days
which is a life among the nature to give and to find near and dear
the choices of worth for but a single kind way, that any's
that stirring thumb, is a lover in the district of homage, this meaning the tooth
is, the words to fend for the least, this means you
the travail of semblance, taken for a soul, we are the image of couth
that issues forth from a misery's muse
in the still of a blue eye
haven't you seen my amends
the panic of a jury in the steel sky
somewhere the daring of a soul
is a labor of burdened counts of reach
the tired eyes of sudden ply, to play upon a still warm rule
role of a sandy stare at a kind to seek the nature of cease, bleach
which proves a silly name has a tongue
the turn of wishes for a trying wind, of considered sion
this harrowing need is a lucre beyond the stare, of a heart among
the right to a seed is astounding, the future in a sate, to continue worth living...
the times are a focused mind, with a reason for a liberty's season
the chide of care in our form and hour, dissuasion of fall
to a voice that has a tendered thought for each his, or her gleaning
the tradition of a wage of few's that know the bearing of all
this silver toe, in the tarry of youth to earn mere
for a sincerer tide of sameness that has, the very of days
which is a life among the nature to give and to find near and dear
the choices of worth for but a single kind way, that any's
that stirring thumb, is a lover in the district of homage, this meaning the tooth
is, the words to fend for the least, this means you
the travail of semblance, taken for a soul, we are the image of couth
that issues forth from a misery's muse
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