WINE AND GATES
When It Rains, It Pour's ...
dilly in heel
the sense to develop
an exact reason, risen from the dust to feel
for you and I, the gift of cornered love...
lovers in gray, if not urbane circles
these judges and the hush of domain
for you, the count of wishes to well
for a song, a harrowed book, the most of a dance with any
shame for justice, the candor of ease
in the hands of call, to question a simple mind
an answer of virtue, if not vision for a work to appease
the care of sigh's and methodical lives, a point to hind
courage in the night, the labor of vows to come
the role of is and the bliss of vast or vague energies?
in the mouth of maddened souls, to deliver a bite of some
to the stars themselves, silly if you know the pathway to city's
like a fury over a whole dilemma, the stir of anger is for a silent running
the notion of power and the our of sought out worth, to give the penny of qualms
this condition of actual heed, for the pain in the side of know and gunning
we are the wise, still alive in the mar of cope, we sit with arts of palms
shadow, and the take of rather, in reason and guilt we know the glassy stare
of common humanity, the nation of stilled winks and the stink of curiosity to find void
the nature of selectivity, the moment of guile and the sorrow involved, to keep a fair
need of usuality, the stammering core of sanity to defend, to the irony of choice
your half of the real, many more haves of did
the wake of such a finality as is the boat of courage
the method to know, is a language of consciences in love, with any thing is
the power to keep the smallest of kinds, the metal of the fate to face
cold, unnerved, thought the back of a sumptuous hand
ready for the signature of dread, in the skirting of for, that is the end
the press of another shy ever into the hands of never, for a guessing land
this show of done and come, to the neglect of insight we know, is all to mend
this
and the acts of nothing more, than each
the candor it took to keep a severity, kindred's
the legend for might's, to call upon the very image of seek
the sense to develop
an exact reason, risen from the dust to feel
for you and I, the gift of cornered love...
lovers in gray, if not urbane circles
these judges and the hush of domain
for you, the count of wishes to well
for a song, a harrowed book, the most of a dance with any
shame for justice, the candor of ease
in the hands of call, to question a simple mind
an answer of virtue, if not vision for a work to appease
the care of sigh's and methodical lives, a point to hind
courage in the night, the labor of vows to come
the role of is and the bliss of vast or vague energies?
in the mouth of maddened souls, to deliver a bite of some
to the stars themselves, silly if you know the pathway to city's
like a fury over a whole dilemma, the stir of anger is for a silent running
the notion of power and the our of sought out worth, to give the penny of qualms
this condition of actual heed, for the pain in the side of know and gunning
we are the wise, still alive in the mar of cope, we sit with arts of palms
shadow, and the take of rather, in reason and guilt we know the glassy stare
of common humanity, the nation of stilled winks and the stink of curiosity to find void
the nature of selectivity, the moment of guile and the sorrow involved, to keep a fair
need of usuality, the stammering core of sanity to defend, to the irony of choice
your half of the real, many more haves of did
the wake of such a finality as is the boat of courage
the method to know, is a language of consciences in love, with any thing is
the power to keep the smallest of kinds, the metal of the fate to face
cold, unnerved, thought the back of a sumptuous hand
ready for the signature of dread, in the skirting of for, that is the end
the press of another shy ever into the hands of never, for a guessing land
this show of done and come, to the neglect of insight we know, is all to mend
this
and the acts of nothing more, than each
the candor it took to keep a severity, kindred's
the legend for might's, to call upon the very image of seek
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When It Rains, It Pour`s ...
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