WINE AND GATES
Put To The Test, A Seasoned Our For Lest
skip the panic
skip the sound
skip the music
skip the salad
a table with done to know, the truth in a sense
have you here, the such in the save
power, powder, prudence for a clarity whens
the popularity of a kiss gave
here is your persuasion
the times are a daring lot
the could with the half of ought, succession
for the night the lights cured the land of oddity
promises to honor, the tart entry of seasons
the watched for anger and the range of voice that said
the strength you chose, the way of days dispose, even
the care of a breeze is with us, the polite to head
out to the poise, out of the sore
of composure in the try, of liberty is a languoring
to finish the world's myth's, legends and wars
your exception, your deliberateness, your pandering
caught on the times, the sacred will show their stuff
these are the bells of vintage heed, in the scare of misery
is the diligence of a tried and true love
point at the distrust, or know a loving in history
savage or sweet, the tear of modesty, in its hurling call
is a rage of sense your defense, your shrewd offer of life
the taste of God, in the least of thoughts and the thing of needs all
ourselves in a reach of justice, the very waiting of sight...
skip the sound
skip the music
skip the salad
a table with done to know, the truth in a sense
have you here, the such in the save
power, powder, prudence for a clarity whens
the popularity of a kiss gave
here is your persuasion
the times are a daring lot
the could with the half of ought, succession
for the night the lights cured the land of oddity
promises to honor, the tart entry of seasons
the watched for anger and the range of voice that said
the strength you chose, the way of days dispose, even
the care of a breeze is with us, the polite to head
out to the poise, out of the sore
of composure in the try, of liberty is a languoring
to finish the world's myth's, legends and wars
your exception, your deliberateness, your pandering
caught on the times, the sacred will show their stuff
these are the bells of vintage heed, in the scare of misery
is the diligence of a tried and true love
point at the distrust, or know a loving in history
savage or sweet, the tear of modesty, in its hurling call
is a rage of sense your defense, your shrewd offer of life
the taste of God, in the least of thoughts and the thing of needs all
ourselves in a reach of justice, the very waiting of sight...
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Put To The Test, A Seasoned Our For Lest
Put To The Test, A Seasoned Our For Lest
