WINE AND GATES
Talk Of The Devil, And His Hand In Worst's
tint of excellency
asked if a clout has the same time as me
the road to future inherency
is but a stone of dull sides away, to find for a prides key
place, paler, purpose to pine
for a salt to heed in the dismay of choice
the tenderer the gift, of suggestion in its boding to live
the miracle of suppose is ours for a thought, if not the quarter of choice
weal's
of conditional lips to remember the care it took
of a chance of strictly spoken seasons, of guidance to heal's
of justice for a mercy in kind, to thank a charisma by the look
meet, mystery and metaphor
the more we know you, the more we keep a song
of jude and hearts exude, to the final pace of a liberty to worth
perhaps a change of direction for the rest of causes in our thought's
wealth, and the bell of demands for the all
the work of disdain for a knowing, glance
is made for the reality of cool shapes of decision in fall
the moment we can, the marriage of hands, at a fancy
this is who, is a share of decency in the courage we afford
time immortal, the since with a church of depravity to fasten
in the name of sorrow and the morrow of silent tongues that come forward
where even a chat with divinity can be, the breed of form in our minds, to strengthen
asked if a clout has the same time as me
the road to future inherency
is but a stone of dull sides away, to find for a prides key
place, paler, purpose to pine
for a salt to heed in the dismay of choice
the tenderer the gift, of suggestion in its boding to live
the miracle of suppose is ours for a thought, if not the quarter of choice
weal's
of conditional lips to remember the care it took
of a chance of strictly spoken seasons, of guidance to heal's
of justice for a mercy in kind, to thank a charisma by the look
meet, mystery and metaphor
the more we know you, the more we keep a song
of jude and hearts exude, to the final pace of a liberty to worth
perhaps a change of direction for the rest of causes in our thought's
wealth, and the bell of demands for the all
the work of disdain for a knowing, glance
is made for the reality of cool shapes of decision in fall
the moment we can, the marriage of hands, at a fancy
this is who, is a share of decency in the courage we afford
time immortal, the since with a church of depravity to fasten
in the name of sorrow and the morrow of silent tongues that come forward
where even a chat with divinity can be, the breed of form in our minds, to strengthen
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Talk Of The Devil, And His Hand In Worst`s
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