WINE AND GATES
Staring At Stars Does Lead To Angel's
where oh where
has my little dog gone?
penny in the height of a scare
pies in the eyes of a soul to be wronged
with kisses comes the north, the view of futures
in love with a salty expression, the now in our belly's
complete to ought, the oddity for a sense in hurry
the moments until a laugh is greater by the have of willing
with sniff's comes the east, the due of shadows
to remind the hills of perchance, we are the sit
of a knowing charity in the share of others, holds
of green earth or blue sky, we are a ready live
with snores come the south, the price of who
is a raging thought for liberty in the dole, or service
to an ideal, purpose under the sun, an art of you
is to be a clash of seasons in now, the patience of nice
with yawns comes the west, the pace of yearning
to remember the knowledge of being that has a look
of suggestion to each method before us, the try of earning
the more to misery in your name, is mine to know for a generosity took
and here we are, the tale of substantiation for a kind
to these heiring bouts and the pout of time
is a lore of surreal identity to question, the idea of unity for ide?
is or isn't to know with a heartfelt glow, the answer of loves sign?
how did you know I was meant for a new stir of echoes?
is this candor to find a shadow of regret in the silence of wishes need to made?
in the rancor of justice of a callous thing to come, isn't this want at woes?
in the shared presence of good intent, will we keep the moments until the world knows hate?
has my little dog gone?
penny in the height of a scare
pies in the eyes of a soul to be wronged
with kisses comes the north, the view of futures
in love with a salty expression, the now in our belly's
complete to ought, the oddity for a sense in hurry
the moments until a laugh is greater by the have of willing
with sniff's comes the east, the due of shadows
to remind the hills of perchance, we are the sit
of a knowing charity in the share of others, holds
of green earth or blue sky, we are a ready live
with snores come the south, the price of who
is a raging thought for liberty in the dole, or service
to an ideal, purpose under the sun, an art of you
is to be a clash of seasons in now, the patience of nice
with yawns comes the west, the pace of yearning
to remember the knowledge of being that has a look
of suggestion to each method before us, the try of earning
the more to misery in your name, is mine to know for a generosity took
and here we are, the tale of substantiation for a kind
to these heiring bouts and the pout of time
is a lore of surreal identity to question, the idea of unity for ide?
is or isn't to know with a heartfelt glow, the answer of loves sign?
how did you know I was meant for a new stir of echoes?
is this candor to find a shadow of regret in the silence of wishes need to made?
in the rancor of justice of a callous thing to come, isn't this want at woes?
in the shared presence of good intent, will we keep the moments until the world knows hate?
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Staring At Stars Does Lead To Angel`s
Staring At Stars Does Lead To Angel`s