WINE AND GATES
Yonder Or Undue Time Hasn't Fulfilled...
tined the eggs for a good meal
in the shared owe of greatness
its on the tip of your town, heathen
is a wood ship evil before its arrival, good bless?
saw a heart in the forest
where the tree's remembered the paradise
of clamor and the game of names of amorous lest
these are the running jest of here and wise
fed the dour, with a passion's stone
shed a tear for the sides of quieter quarter to fair
the soul of lending ours to habits of come
salt in the cause of an eye, the talking and the bare
shame in the stir of kind
the stare of bitterness for a done witness
the staler air has you by the stars, why?
is this day of turned soap and butter the best?
saviors and the shame of a doll in the twist of a tree
plain vindication for estimation that is a candle fruited
proud of a secret to be heard? the arogancy of me
is a pale key in the flesh, your hope for seldom seen, music
the kisses in the dark, the method of reasons to say
the ages of angels worth the climb of sentry's to a living ark
of virtue and the sagery of welling blossoms, the now in the prayers
of a liberty to come, the role of letting sunshine and the myth of ought
busy with a metal, the reality of kinder futures has come
for the song of remnancy, the tools of luster and muster
the all in the sitting eye of knowing the history of tomorrow's some
same kiss during limits found, for the wishes we select for verve
is this tone of choice, the seriousness of a pride?
victory at all consciences, isn't the tooth of responsibility the truth?
in all ways the deed of sigh's and lives of surmiseal for fewer cry's?
of the nature of demonstration and the daring of rages in the powers of couth?
fights of the lows and the god of notions to excel
have came to guidance, the briskness of time to identify
the argument of callous heirs to find the being of hell owed
weird as a silent share in the questions of life are, fate of the sly...
in the shared owe of greatness
its on the tip of your town, heathen
is a wood ship evil before its arrival, good bless?
saw a heart in the forest
where the tree's remembered the paradise
of clamor and the game of names of amorous lest
these are the running jest of here and wise
fed the dour, with a passion's stone
shed a tear for the sides of quieter quarter to fair
the soul of lending ours to habits of come
salt in the cause of an eye, the talking and the bare
shame in the stir of kind
the stare of bitterness for a done witness
the staler air has you by the stars, why?
is this day of turned soap and butter the best?
saviors and the shame of a doll in the twist of a tree
plain vindication for estimation that is a candle fruited
proud of a secret to be heard? the arogancy of me
is a pale key in the flesh, your hope for seldom seen, music
the kisses in the dark, the method of reasons to say
the ages of angels worth the climb of sentry's to a living ark
of virtue and the sagery of welling blossoms, the now in the prayers
of a liberty to come, the role of letting sunshine and the myth of ought
busy with a metal, the reality of kinder futures has come
for the song of remnancy, the tools of luster and muster
the all in the sitting eye of knowing the history of tomorrow's some
same kiss during limits found, for the wishes we select for verve
is this tone of choice, the seriousness of a pride?
victory at all consciences, isn't the tooth of responsibility the truth?
in all ways the deed of sigh's and lives of surmiseal for fewer cry's?
of the nature of demonstration and the daring of rages in the powers of couth?
fights of the lows and the god of notions to excel
have came to guidance, the briskness of time to identify
the argument of callous heirs to find the being of hell owed
weird as a silent share in the questions of life are, fate of the sly...
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Yonder Or Undue Time Hasn`t Fulfilled...
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