WINE AND GATES
Special Beyond The Hope, To See To A Sin's
Sam
in the spit, in the can
the walk of a talking sod, I am
where the life in the spice is a measured plan
the myth, with the bother
the twine and needle in the hand, for the skip of gather
the lucky smile of a shined fruit, to simply other
the can in the shout, of a dim rather
where have you been?
the licorice in the lights, the strawberry in the sights
the chemistry of an angel with a finger to youth, your keen
maybe a shared kiss is a laughing tongue, the teeth to remember the heights
simple and fresh, the start of heaven's new day
with you, the calmer pace
patience in the ages of rational, to never fail but for a say
the squeak and appeal, of a sense for seasons of hearts to race
lived in the since, the dour to remind with a handshake
this court of simplicity is forever the taste of more, than that
but the clarity of sincerity found in yours, the heed to make
for a courage to know, in the way we show a hand in the baring of wrath
many names may disagree, even sink a truth into flash and pomp, for a distance
but the sour notes of urges, are for the blessing of words
and we are the still of vanity for the stroke of genius that we become, for eminence
that has the irony of essential means to one more, the seclusion of what would
as
if, the tooth of conscience is a place to keep, with a soul
of proper time in the sulking of clashes ever greater, for passion
the image of wills before you, to dignify the here of prayers of all
in the spit, in the can
the walk of a talking sod, I am
where the life in the spice is a measured plan
the myth, with the bother
the twine and needle in the hand, for the skip of gather
the lucky smile of a shined fruit, to simply other
the can in the shout, of a dim rather
where have you been?
the licorice in the lights, the strawberry in the sights
the chemistry of an angel with a finger to youth, your keen
maybe a shared kiss is a laughing tongue, the teeth to remember the heights
simple and fresh, the start of heaven's new day
with you, the calmer pace
patience in the ages of rational, to never fail but for a say
the squeak and appeal, of a sense for seasons of hearts to race
lived in the since, the dour to remind with a handshake
this court of simplicity is forever the taste of more, than that
but the clarity of sincerity found in yours, the heed to make
for a courage to know, in the way we show a hand in the baring of wrath
many names may disagree, even sink a truth into flash and pomp, for a distance
but the sour notes of urges, are for the blessing of words
and we are the still of vanity for the stroke of genius that we become, for eminence
that has the irony of essential means to one more, the seclusion of what would
as
if, the tooth of conscience is a place to keep, with a soul
of proper time in the sulking of clashes ever greater, for passion
the image of wills before you, to dignify the here of prayers of all
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Special Beyond The Hope, To See To A Sin`s
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