WINE AND GATES
Older By The Days End, For The Best To Mend
all in the family
love in the door, the walking of from for the thoughts to say
fear and the dear role of another dream in the sight of me
is to wisdom, isn't to hideous kinds, of angry moments to aid
liberty, lovers in the world, the attention of a mind
let with briefer tongues and the time of an other
sent to sigh's for the stare of actuality in pining
ways, the mate of energies seen for the quiet eye to bother
like a reason
like a form in the night, for the rest of our lives
turns of voice in your may, to be the signature of each his own
the tale to tell in the vices of charity to come, for a heed that gives
such a small favor, the cant of requiem
in our distinct disadvantage, for the rest of tomorrow
to simplify a shared hatred, of cope and the age of vim
vigor for all, the smack of gestures in fire, to worth the ideas of owe
sweet to death, salty to life
the hours of reprehension in viewed fates, the art of honor
in my mind for another kiss of good intent, we are a child's strife
found in the patience's we sold for a lent height of consciences vaunted to lore
work of a small mind to rage at the doors of virtue?
heard like a fist of steel in the night, we know the beauty of you
complexity seen, for the majority of ancients or the rhymes of the future
we have the sense to liberate the known from the hands of indifference to weal and couth
business as usual, burdens in the fold
the am to seed hymns of justice to know for all
the agony of youth to live simply in the name of another heaven, as of old
we are a prayer to the needs of courage's best and blessed, like a lock of hell to fall
love in the door, the walking of from for the thoughts to say
fear and the dear role of another dream in the sight of me
is to wisdom, isn't to hideous kinds, of angry moments to aid
liberty, lovers in the world, the attention of a mind
let with briefer tongues and the time of an other
sent to sigh's for the stare of actuality in pining
ways, the mate of energies seen for the quiet eye to bother
like a reason
like a form in the night, for the rest of our lives
turns of voice in your may, to be the signature of each his own
the tale to tell in the vices of charity to come, for a heed that gives
such a small favor, the cant of requiem
in our distinct disadvantage, for the rest of tomorrow
to simplify a shared hatred, of cope and the age of vim
vigor for all, the smack of gestures in fire, to worth the ideas of owe
sweet to death, salty to life
the hours of reprehension in viewed fates, the art of honor
in my mind for another kiss of good intent, we are a child's strife
found in the patience's we sold for a lent height of consciences vaunted to lore
work of a small mind to rage at the doors of virtue?
heard like a fist of steel in the night, we know the beauty of you
complexity seen, for the majority of ancients or the rhymes of the future
we have the sense to liberate the known from the hands of indifference to weal and couth
business as usual, burdens in the fold
the am to seed hymns of justice to know for all
the agony of youth to live simply in the name of another heaven, as of old
we are a prayer to the needs of courage's best and blessed, like a lock of hell to fall
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Older By The Days End, For The Best To Mend
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