WINE AND GATES
Season Of Sickness That Tried The Present?
rue to future nows
the lucre your honest about
isn't a mouth without hows
its a redress of cold and iced route
list to whimsy, wisdom to lemons
terror in your shoe?
thanks is in order to a slenderer
fish in the night, made from brass chaos
risks of the wind, in the tale of rises and falls
riches to mention of queing smiles
in the harvest of sunshine in our paths, the money of a liberty to shall
thank you right back, the miracle of indication for a shiny hells
the bird is in love...
the breeze says your a fury in motion, the nakedness of reasons...
wishes in the tree's of triumph of sanity to fantasy's of covenants...
land in the name of a shared speed in the curiosity of a she'd history lent...
such or mind the future, you are the mercy of a new shadow in the eye
or reality to fleeing breath in the mind, yearning tears
will to spoil in the fate of requiem in the momentum of oil, why
is a rag of youths your rant in the craze of antipathy in the mystery of heard...
milk, you call this
milk, you might tease
milk, you many bliss
milk, very in the name of release
prevailing, the magic of dares and the severe horizon to need a dread
thirsty powers, in the might of a divine sun for a moment then choice
erstwhile theory, for an our eerie to exact confusion for the similarity of deed
animated composure, asked for a simple lease on life's misery, he is a related voice
shame, is ours
seen in the other mind in the stars, when but a lover
is a raging sameness, you are a flowers
that does hate the nearness of a selection of winks in a rain shower
please, this death
is a moist example of a nature come, with a sinning bite
of hunted lips and the must of a regular forest of method
to a lie, a blindness, a religion of mistakes in the scale of a height
the lucre your honest about
isn't a mouth without hows
its a redress of cold and iced route
list to whimsy, wisdom to lemons
terror in your shoe?
thanks is in order to a slenderer
fish in the night, made from brass chaos
risks of the wind, in the tale of rises and falls
riches to mention of queing smiles
in the harvest of sunshine in our paths, the money of a liberty to shall
thank you right back, the miracle of indication for a shiny hells
the bird is in love...
the breeze says your a fury in motion, the nakedness of reasons...
wishes in the tree's of triumph of sanity to fantasy's of covenants...
land in the name of a shared speed in the curiosity of a she'd history lent...
such or mind the future, you are the mercy of a new shadow in the eye
or reality to fleeing breath in the mind, yearning tears
will to spoil in the fate of requiem in the momentum of oil, why
is a rag of youths your rant in the craze of antipathy in the mystery of heard...
milk, you call this
milk, you might tease
milk, you many bliss
milk, very in the name of release
prevailing, the magic of dares and the severe horizon to need a dread
thirsty powers, in the might of a divine sun for a moment then choice
erstwhile theory, for an our eerie to exact confusion for the similarity of deed
animated composure, asked for a simple lease on life's misery, he is a related voice
shame, is ours
seen in the other mind in the stars, when but a lover
is a raging sameness, you are a flowers
that does hate the nearness of a selection of winks in a rain shower
please, this death
is a moist example of a nature come, with a sinning bite
of hunted lips and the must of a regular forest of method
to a lie, a blindness, a religion of mistakes in the scale of a height
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Season Of Sickness That Tried The Present?
Season Of Sickness That Tried The Present?
