WINE AND GATES
Over There, In The Now And Later Can
lover's tried
the stare of a doll in our hearts
the work of silence, for the skip of songs, denial
is a soul with a brace for ease, the more we know, smarts?
could the stir of ought in a shoe...?
the wage to deliver a joy in the curiosity of glean
for the candor of pleasure to meet, any and who
the gift of culture for a moment, than order for a lean...
dance of the kind, kiss of defense
the walls of youth, remember the gait of suggestion in your eyes
the walking generosity of a care, to see to a passion that lends
the sorrow of since, the waiting has become a message to lies?
is this corner of salt, to find a chaste goal in mind?
the worthing and the sulking method of choice, to future lips
is a wavering heat in the maze of time we call a reason of rhyme
the toil of sense for common pence, this peace of honored seasons, is
a message from the nearer toe of couldn't, the wilting of a flower?
each his or her own, the seriousness of continued gage of souls
the matter is a fate of the land, made from the soon, of a calling power
where the birds of avarice know a harp, we are the heart of care, which olds
should a stranger sun beam save the day, we know ourselves for a can
of service to an ideal that is, made for the senses we have
in the still argued moment of suppose and the origins of owes, the future plan
is now the ground we walk upon, the notion of need and the way we tell each other to save?
the stare of a doll in our hearts
the work of silence, for the skip of songs, denial
is a soul with a brace for ease, the more we know, smarts?
could the stir of ought in a shoe...?
the wage to deliver a joy in the curiosity of glean
for the candor of pleasure to meet, any and who
the gift of culture for a moment, than order for a lean...
dance of the kind, kiss of defense
the walls of youth, remember the gait of suggestion in your eyes
the walking generosity of a care, to see to a passion that lends
the sorrow of since, the waiting has become a message to lies?
is this corner of salt, to find a chaste goal in mind?
the worthing and the sulking method of choice, to future lips
is a wavering heat in the maze of time we call a reason of rhyme
the toil of sense for common pence, this peace of honored seasons, is
a message from the nearer toe of couldn't, the wilting of a flower?
each his or her own, the seriousness of continued gage of souls
the matter is a fate of the land, made from the soon, of a calling power
where the birds of avarice know a harp, we are the heart of care, which olds
should a stranger sun beam save the day, we know ourselves for a can
of service to an ideal that is, made for the senses we have
in the still argued moment of suppose and the origins of owes, the future plan
is now the ground we walk upon, the notion of need and the way we tell each other to save?
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Over There, In The Now And Later Can
Over There, In The Now And Later Can
