WINE AND GATES
Powers In Love With The Wind, Whether The Heart
dead to rights?
wishes in the well of virtue
credence to chance, the future in sensation's might
worthless?, the image of hatred showed a clue
kinship of fairer lands, the talk of unity in hardship
if, you are a must, the martyrdom of songs to keep, in the mend
is a mind to live again, the story so far a harrowed lip
this smile, this guise of freedom, is for all to know, a beauty's lend
drunk on the sliver of lambs, the first step forthright
this orangey misuse of condition in the missing truth
my head is a reason to see the freer time in sight
the luck you show, the craving for salt in love with salt, soon
mystery of a moon that said the heat was a friend in need
the candor of a sense to prepare, for a simplicity in loss
is a handsome tooth of comparison the greater pipe of heed
the threat of doom is but a kiss on the lips of what was
ages past, but no one has a cough...
the role of verve, was but a tongue in the movement of virgin's...
the times of use of a committed stone, the milk of a day with choices in the rough...
proud of a fury with benign eyes, this courtesy of prayer is all in the heaven's...
I will, the back of a shrill whistle
in liberty's embrace, the taste of singularity of tone, in the head of guile
is a work to behave in the greater face of prices of loves epistle
this honeyed drink of water, your turn of all to a mercy in justice, all in a voices while
wishes in the well of virtue
credence to chance, the future in sensation's might
worthless?, the image of hatred showed a clue
kinship of fairer lands, the talk of unity in hardship
if, you are a must, the martyrdom of songs to keep, in the mend
is a mind to live again, the story so far a harrowed lip
this smile, this guise of freedom, is for all to know, a beauty's lend
drunk on the sliver of lambs, the first step forthright
this orangey misuse of condition in the missing truth
my head is a reason to see the freer time in sight
the luck you show, the craving for salt in love with salt, soon
mystery of a moon that said the heat was a friend in need
the candor of a sense to prepare, for a simplicity in loss
is a handsome tooth of comparison the greater pipe of heed
the threat of doom is but a kiss on the lips of what was
ages past, but no one has a cough...
the role of verve, was but a tongue in the movement of virgin's...
the times of use of a committed stone, the milk of a day with choices in the rough...
proud of a fury with benign eyes, this courtesy of prayer is all in the heaven's...
I will, the back of a shrill whistle
in liberty's embrace, the taste of singularity of tone, in the head of guile
is a work to behave in the greater face of prices of loves epistle
this honeyed drink of water, your turn of all to a mercy in justice, all in a voices while
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Powers In Love With The Wind, Whether The Heart
Powers In Love With The Wind, Whether The Heart
