WINE AND GATES
Jolly Philosophy And The World At Toil?
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done with your kind
the reason in the heathen's grasp
is a walk of places and the paces of rhyme?
actually
the rose in the vague way we know, the cold stare of history
the wage to be earned, the spill of cope, into a land of at usually
with a simple nose for the rest of the night, epistolary
briefness
the courage of need in the myriad lips of choice that come, the whole
is a reach of surmiseal in the dole of could, in the honor to bless
the waiting gall of sources of shame, is a larger than life for known
comprisal
with but a living hope in the stir of oddity we call a philosophy of judged anon
the stars of them delves and delivery of questions to the vehement well
we seek the angels of dominion for a salt, as sweet truth and the soul of among
intuition
for a smile in the sink of dreams into the live of sensibility
isn't this sign of chance and the hands of intangibility a creation of religion for them
your silent thoughts for the mystery of demands and the prayer of done with a city...
aches been charisma?
the walk of a dead ringer in love with a read dinger in the sky?
the voice of determination for a living sense of dilemma?
the night is young, and your the warmth of decency for a moment, them the more to sigh...
done with your kind
the reason in the heathen's grasp
is a walk of places and the paces of rhyme?
actually
the rose in the vague way we know, the cold stare of history
the wage to be earned, the spill of cope, into a land of at usually
with a simple nose for the rest of the night, epistolary
briefness
the courage of need in the myriad lips of choice that come, the whole
is a reach of surmiseal in the dole of could, in the honor to bless
the waiting gall of sources of shame, is a larger than life for known
comprisal
with but a living hope in the stir of oddity we call a philosophy of judged anon
the stars of them delves and delivery of questions to the vehement well
we seek the angels of dominion for a salt, as sweet truth and the soul of among
intuition
for a smile in the sink of dreams into the live of sensibility
isn't this sign of chance and the hands of intangibility a creation of religion for them
your silent thoughts for the mystery of demands and the prayer of done with a city...
aches been charisma?
the walk of a dead ringer in love with a read dinger in the sky?
the voice of determination for a living sense of dilemma?
the night is young, and your the warmth of decency for a moment, them the more to sigh...
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Jolly Philosophy And The World At Toil?
Jolly Philosophy And The World At Toil?
