WINE AND GATES
Isn't Must The Name Of The Game?
without me
in aged winks, the thought of kind
isn't a ley of lips, the care of sense as if we
clarify a knowing heart, to further all and find
pass of callous reality in view
the ravages of consideration in your stead
found with a fearful side, of wishes in the could
if to requiem the sin of youth silent, head?
terror is a paradise between you and me...
risk and stranger than light ways to survive the anarchy...
in the taste of sense itself, for a season of a being to be...
the lore of a region of smiling turns to charisma in a hap of energy...
time to listen, to a world apart from due
in my share of selection we have, the commonness of ask
in the name of another shadow for the patience we make, as if who
is a let honor to security, in love I am a rage to prepare a savior at last
question me in the stars themselves, this isn't a gift
its a response to the are of simplicity in the shape of a running
clear the soul of me, and you will see the semblance of a lord of myth
politely is the hand to know, and the sigh of a muse in my dreams
ever
the reasons behind never for the nose of a remaining worth
if to live but in the joy we have found, for a new mind to keep the lovers
we maybe, if but a cope in the sanity of our curiosity for earth
am I knee's before the safety of adages, like you are a war of comforts
to consider the liberty of yourself, for an eye of passes to climb to heaven
can we excuse ourselves from the table now, the lift of savages is anywhere more
thank you for a cares of the world, we know each other for a youth given...
in aged winks, the thought of kind
isn't a ley of lips, the care of sense as if we
clarify a knowing heart, to further all and find
pass of callous reality in view
the ravages of consideration in your stead
found with a fearful side, of wishes in the could
if to requiem the sin of youth silent, head?
terror is a paradise between you and me...
risk and stranger than light ways to survive the anarchy...
in the taste of sense itself, for a season of a being to be...
the lore of a region of smiling turns to charisma in a hap of energy...
time to listen, to a world apart from due
in my share of selection we have, the commonness of ask
in the name of another shadow for the patience we make, as if who
is a let honor to security, in love I am a rage to prepare a savior at last
question me in the stars themselves, this isn't a gift
its a response to the are of simplicity in the shape of a running
clear the soul of me, and you will see the semblance of a lord of myth
politely is the hand to know, and the sigh of a muse in my dreams
ever
the reasons behind never for the nose of a remaining worth
if to live but in the joy we have found, for a new mind to keep the lovers
we maybe, if but a cope in the sanity of our curiosity for earth
am I knee's before the safety of adages, like you are a war of comforts
to consider the liberty of yourself, for an eye of passes to climb to heaven
can we excuse ourselves from the table now, the lift of savages is anywhere more
thank you for a cares of the world, we know each other for a youth given...
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Isn`t Must The Name Of The Game?
Isn`t Must The Name Of The Game?