WINE AND GATES
Heed The Shame In Same, And A Whimsy...
lips of action
in the style of a gaiety, the fusion of said
this walking dream has the sense to live for facts
isn't the business, of a clue in the gift of a shared...
eyes of denial show us a problem with the tout
treason of a mind in season, is to find the skip of mere
the try of secluded means to an end full of liberty in the now
the can't with the want, care with the water of levity to hear
here the passion in a fear, doles
have the heaven of quintessential ought, there
halve the silence of driven minds, form
hope the sweet of a toil is fulfilled, fair
eat an egg with aplomb, and what do you get?
the still of day, to remember the cares of a shame
that indecision of sincere lovers is a future had judgment past
the ignoration of energies for the spire of substance we all know and claim
a kiss, of virtue with a moment to spare
a wish, of sensation worth the chance, of history in spare
a risk, of inclusion of shall, the terror of sublime airs
a sink, of method in the name of a honor to give a new gift of where
lovers of a sameness in the distinction of a soul's charity
is in the way we treasure of a survival of quests and anarchy
the role of afluency and the call of earn, even though disparity
is a wall of courage to the nose of such, these days are made for add and entity
the proof is in the pudding, the salt is in the devil's eye
with but a sanity to seek the wiser of two things, is the taste in now
no solution for it, and you have the institution of a third party
then kind with the amends, of a new sort of ship in the sea of the proud
in the style of a gaiety, the fusion of said
this walking dream has the sense to live for facts
isn't the business, of a clue in the gift of a shared...
eyes of denial show us a problem with the tout
treason of a mind in season, is to find the skip of mere
the try of secluded means to an end full of liberty in the now
the can't with the want, care with the water of levity to hear
here the passion in a fear, doles
have the heaven of quintessential ought, there
halve the silence of driven minds, form
hope the sweet of a toil is fulfilled, fair
eat an egg with aplomb, and what do you get?
the still of day, to remember the cares of a shame
that indecision of sincere lovers is a future had judgment past
the ignoration of energies for the spire of substance we all know and claim
a kiss, of virtue with a moment to spare
a wish, of sensation worth the chance, of history in spare
a risk, of inclusion of shall, the terror of sublime airs
a sink, of method in the name of a honor to give a new gift of where
lovers of a sameness in the distinction of a soul's charity
is in the way we treasure of a survival of quests and anarchy
the role of afluency and the call of earn, even though disparity
is a wall of courage to the nose of such, these days are made for add and entity
the proof is in the pudding, the salt is in the devil's eye
with but a sanity to seek the wiser of two things, is the taste in now
no solution for it, and you have the institution of a third party
then kind with the amends, of a new sort of ship in the sea of the proud
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Heed The Shame In Same, And A Whimsy...
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