WINE AND GATES
Yet An Early Ear For Voices To Risk Years...
avid and day gone saved
the wards of limits in the still of an eye
the stars to reckon, the future we gave
in the stir of oddity for sordid chaste, if but a why
a baby with a passion
the stray focus of summation in the hands of another
to be found as a lore in the has, sign's
of culture at the end of a journey to kind an other
beauty finds hands and feet to be a letting still
of courtesy and the heart of suggestion we know, is arduous
complete to a breathing hill of anarchy in the will
of sensations few, if not due, in the candor of seasons we saw in the cause
tears?
fate for a pet of circumstance that has a reason to hear?
the native question of sincerity in the sulking way we collect a fears?
as we told the gathering patience of smiles that know this kindred dear?
witness the love of a child, for it is here that we know the price of joy
made from the most costly of metals, in the hands of all who would have it
for a day of tenacity as further is a land to know, the beckoning of show
in the sitting of guilt we seek, for a mission in the works of all who have whit's
persistent, if not attired in how
the soul of prayer, place and the passion of need
is but a keep away of those and now
for the past to live again, says a tomorrow, for we save lead
the wards of limits in the still of an eye
the stars to reckon, the future we gave
in the stir of oddity for sordid chaste, if but a why
a baby with a passion
the stray focus of summation in the hands of another
to be found as a lore in the has, sign's
of culture at the end of a journey to kind an other
beauty finds hands and feet to be a letting still
of courtesy and the heart of suggestion we know, is arduous
complete to a breathing hill of anarchy in the will
of sensations few, if not due, in the candor of seasons we saw in the cause
tears?
fate for a pet of circumstance that has a reason to hear?
the native question of sincerity in the sulking way we collect a fears?
as we told the gathering patience of smiles that know this kindred dear?
witness the love of a child, for it is here that we know the price of joy
made from the most costly of metals, in the hands of all who would have it
for a day of tenacity as further is a land to know, the beckoning of show
in the sitting of guilt we seek, for a mission in the works of all who have whit's
persistent, if not attired in how
the soul of prayer, place and the passion of need
is but a keep away of those and now
for the past to live again, says a tomorrow, for we save lead
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Yet An Early Ear For Voices To Risk Years...
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