WINE AND GATES
Dreams Gone By For A Knack Of Sensitive Eyes
told my fist, the lovers in the rain
shame, to hold, the security of vestige for the need
days and nights go by, the life of seldom, simple and plain
shared hearts, the walking of doles to a sincerity to know fleet
shalt, well done, the turn of dissuasion
the count of during the service of the luck of souls
in the same to aim, upon a stolen kiss
the lurid form in the sense, we made for a home
could we kneel and pray, upon a further stone, of angels?
the weary eyes of similarity to know, the candor
of vicinity to evil was being, the right of many peoples
sorrow, in the name of, a lip to openly wander
saviors of gall, the taint of justice in the next of more, war
the still angry dealings with vulgar patience, to know in the quarter
time with a belly for said, the means to end the first of most, orders
to the stars were for the calling dread, if and any is all the world...
thorough, a life with a nary for the future
in these hands is a logic to collect for a paler sign
of the still waiting mind of culture, form in the causes of earn
fame for a safer this then is, of that to at, a why
poor to the signatures of deem in the pride of the reasons?
a blackened eye with a journey to solve the recreation of authority?
profuse lend and the then, made to come for the quality of seasons?
the language of cope for a stoic knowledge in the canter of a city?
perhaps just a pair of wings...
fearsomely, the tooth of alienation is but a triumph...
quaintly, them truth of doing the youth's whim of means...
golden rules and the bride of living muses, of kind among human...
shame, to hold, the security of vestige for the need
days and nights go by, the life of seldom, simple and plain
shared hearts, the walking of doles to a sincerity to know fleet
shalt, well done, the turn of dissuasion
the count of during the service of the luck of souls
in the same to aim, upon a stolen kiss
the lurid form in the sense, we made for a home
could we kneel and pray, upon a further stone, of angels?
the weary eyes of similarity to know, the candor
of vicinity to evil was being, the right of many peoples
sorrow, in the name of, a lip to openly wander
saviors of gall, the taint of justice in the next of more, war
the still angry dealings with vulgar patience, to know in the quarter
time with a belly for said, the means to end the first of most, orders
to the stars were for the calling dread, if and any is all the world...
thorough, a life with a nary for the future
in these hands is a logic to collect for a paler sign
of the still waiting mind of culture, form in the causes of earn
fame for a safer this then is, of that to at, a why
poor to the signatures of deem in the pride of the reasons?
a blackened eye with a journey to solve the recreation of authority?
profuse lend and the then, made to come for the quality of seasons?
the language of cope for a stoic knowledge in the canter of a city?
perhaps just a pair of wings...
fearsomely, the tooth of alienation is but a triumph...
quaintly, them truth of doing the youth's whim of means...
golden rules and the bride of living muses, of kind among human...
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Dreams Gone By For A Knack Of Sensitive Eyes
Dreams Gone By For A Knack Of Sensitive Eyes
