WINE AND GATES
Cope, A Person In Tall Arguaments Like Bells
mercy loves any
if you are the mention of courage
in the still warding, might's and many
to the stars that loved themselves, with a haunting legend
poise and tears of mercy, the talk of a town
in the grasp of ages, the question of moments until now
is new for the levity in your stead, the walking and the sulking tongue
of tradition and its excellency, the simplicity of how
in the cope we saw, the cause of assumption
for the business at land; the quite, the since of ideas
these considered worth's know yonder shape of conscience
your heart for the reasons to start, the accounting business...
in a legend of care, to quiet the still neglected image of souls
is the brink of estimation for the distance to hold
we corrected your passivity, your wisdom of angry doles
for the sourness of angels and the quit of devils, sweet to a personal goal
done with anticipation, the take of need is yours forever and forever
if but the savior of seclusion and the turn of an eye into witnesses
the thrill of actual joy, and the imitation of lams, of a coy never
has the stir of ought until you say so, the essence of time in the willingness of lessens
and sorts of vague licentiousness made a fairing gift of today, via the thought for kind
the walking guess of guests and the truth of such, into a word of liberty
is a miracle that can be yours, for the seriousness of curiosity and its reason and rhyme
the tall order of creation to some, where even the little of since, know civility
poor were the dreams of a needy eye
full of season and the appeased questions of misery in the point
we kept terror like a herald of suggestion that is no lie
maybe the tooth of strength, the watch of souls is a portion of all, and an answer noted
if you are the mention of courage
in the still warding, might's and many
to the stars that loved themselves, with a haunting legend
poise and tears of mercy, the talk of a town
in the grasp of ages, the question of moments until now
is new for the levity in your stead, the walking and the sulking tongue
of tradition and its excellency, the simplicity of how
in the cope we saw, the cause of assumption
for the business at land; the quite, the since of ideas
these considered worth's know yonder shape of conscience
your heart for the reasons to start, the accounting business...
in a legend of care, to quiet the still neglected image of souls
is the brink of estimation for the distance to hold
we corrected your passivity, your wisdom of angry doles
for the sourness of angels and the quit of devils, sweet to a personal goal
done with anticipation, the take of need is yours forever and forever
if but the savior of seclusion and the turn of an eye into witnesses
the thrill of actual joy, and the imitation of lams, of a coy never
has the stir of ought until you say so, the essence of time in the willingness of lessens
and sorts of vague licentiousness made a fairing gift of today, via the thought for kind
the walking guess of guests and the truth of such, into a word of liberty
is a miracle that can be yours, for the seriousness of curiosity and its reason and rhyme
the tall order of creation to some, where even the little of since, know civility
poor were the dreams of a needy eye
full of season and the appeased questions of misery in the point
we kept terror like a herald of suggestion that is no lie
maybe the tooth of strength, the watch of souls is a portion of all, and an answer noted
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Cope, A Person In Tall Arguaments Like Bells
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