WINE AND GATES
Pandora Or Popular, The Season To Tell...
bones in the box
chicken in the panic
thoughts for a solemn sunshine, walks
in the truth, the start of something tragic?
where with an oily smile, do you see the future?
in a poor tooth of sweet excess
the luck of a nature and its avoiding cure
come to the hill of curses, that have a secret for your history
somewhere over the rainbow, the waiting call of a single bell
here is your times work, the sense to reason below the mark
of a silence and its watchful friendship for the land to tell
cope with a sojourn for the sight, of you and the seasons bulwark
food for thought:
is the mission of a companion to see to the still living exaction of sudden kisses
your furious doldrum of should, shadows over the cannot for wrought
the kisses were wonderful, silly, the pied eyes of courage for another wish is
a bell that reminds:
the towering wind and its method with a worth in the more
the skills you saw, the rhythm of virtue you knew, is a prayer to more than hinds
it is the sunshine itself, for a laugh then cry in the hands of another to learn, even lore
we sweeten the pot, the fair with a solution in vexed simplicity
in the eyes of conscience, we show as the bird of christening the ought
is the day of causes for the stir of authority for the very ilk of implicity
all in the drive of another hungry land, for a hand as the possibility of what is...
chicken in the panic
thoughts for a solemn sunshine, walks
in the truth, the start of something tragic?
where with an oily smile, do you see the future?
in a poor tooth of sweet excess
the luck of a nature and its avoiding cure
come to the hill of curses, that have a secret for your history
somewhere over the rainbow, the waiting call of a single bell
here is your times work, the sense to reason below the mark
of a silence and its watchful friendship for the land to tell
cope with a sojourn for the sight, of you and the seasons bulwark
food for thought:
is the mission of a companion to see to the still living exaction of sudden kisses
your furious doldrum of should, shadows over the cannot for wrought
the kisses were wonderful, silly, the pied eyes of courage for another wish is
a bell that reminds:
the towering wind and its method with a worth in the more
the skills you saw, the rhythm of virtue you knew, is a prayer to more than hinds
it is the sunshine itself, for a laugh then cry in the hands of another to learn, even lore
we sweeten the pot, the fair with a solution in vexed simplicity
in the eyes of conscience, we show as the bird of christening the ought
is the day of causes for the stir of authority for the very ilk of implicity
all in the drive of another hungry land, for a hand as the possibility of what is...
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Pandora Or Popular, The Season To Tell...
Pandora Or Popular, The Season To Tell...