WINE AND GATES
For The Forth, Kept Oft Kindly, Yet Etc. Yearns
deem
to houses of the hurried, holy
the waking earth, in its way with a dread and a whim
have the hours of own, to finish the livid witness if anarchy
somewhere, other
the stomach of salt in our environs, the naked chaste we understand
the mix of domain with a nature unseen if not, seen if a clarity to rather
the clash of world's wisdom, for a now in the might of another hand
being
the marvel of lowing and angels of kind, gaiety for a song
in the sanity of courage's found, for a place, a shadow, a seeing
the heart of justice in binding tears, for you in but a moments wrong
somewhere, bother
the head of consciences in your hap, the furthering soul of jaundiced cares
the pain of service to an ideal honor on the tip of the tongue, to add here
the patience's of otherwise and faintly made beds of all, to day to day shares
stead
the quaintness of a quiet more, to realize in the mind of another
the proper with the furor of vestiges known, to correct a plane of heeds
ask the anger if it wants the mercy or the misery, the rest of us want mere
somewhere, honor
the foot of a caring and somber friend to collect a message to the nose, of cause
in the name of resplendency sound, the reality of should the kisses of oddity where
we are, the toll of a naked bell in the ease of questions made, answers known, for methods
to houses of the hurried, holy
the waking earth, in its way with a dread and a whim
have the hours of own, to finish the livid witness if anarchy
somewhere, other
the stomach of salt in our environs, the naked chaste we understand
the mix of domain with a nature unseen if not, seen if a clarity to rather
the clash of world's wisdom, for a now in the might of another hand
being
the marvel of lowing and angels of kind, gaiety for a song
in the sanity of courage's found, for a place, a shadow, a seeing
the heart of justice in binding tears, for you in but a moments wrong
somewhere, bother
the head of consciences in your hap, the furthering soul of jaundiced cares
the pain of service to an ideal honor on the tip of the tongue, to add here
the patience's of otherwise and faintly made beds of all, to day to day shares
stead
the quaintness of a quiet more, to realize in the mind of another
the proper with the furor of vestiges known, to correct a plane of heeds
ask the anger if it wants the mercy or the misery, the rest of us want mere
somewhere, honor
the foot of a caring and somber friend to collect a message to the nose, of cause
in the name of resplendency sound, the reality of should the kisses of oddity where
we are, the toll of a naked bell in the ease of questions made, answers known, for methods
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For The Forth, Kept Oft Kindly, Yet Etc. Yearns
For The Forth, Kept Oft Kindly, Yet Etc. Yearns
