WINE AND GATES
Juice In Your Eye, Hills In Your Trust, Shown
must to must, cope to cope
reason to incline, upon a stone of seasons
the ache of sunshine on your face, in my worth is hope
at the leverage of least, to count for any in credence, of riches to keen
bearings and note, the future of concern to kindred, the art of homes
in love with a salty demeanor, if not the shared cause of risks
that come for such, in the mine of savagery, this is the cessation of roaming
in the stifled cry's of heaven in its health, would you liberate a sound from wisdom?
care, or finality in have
wishes of sour nothings and the myriad souls in dread comprisal
to youth, and hap as we know a shadow, save
is a finished court of sense to collect a role for a king, a loving hair?
distantly, we see the yearning of decision if your wasting voices, calm
is a reason enough to collect a courage to your side, if but a salt to show charisma
your waiting for an answer, is still a capable searching for anything to argue songs?
like a habit of universal choice, no one or the sanity we are given, is a savior without and
cease and silence, the smell of youths, is a waking nightmare, perfume?
seen and children, the smell of good intent, is a war waging in confined spaces, tongues?
stares and frustrations, the smell of coping hosts, is a walled share in poorness, looming?
faeries and stars, the smell of shame to live beyond, is a worthier sight to know, thumbs?
craving a fish? sans the shape of urges and the music of composure to clarify the sanctity
many names of cope and their strength go by, but one thing remains...
if to but share the allegiance of union and the seriousness of confirmation, city's
of candor and the risen prophet of fame, is anywhere but here in love with stay of reign
doesn't my nicety of foreign lips, begin in the smile of others, to continue with a dream
of society and most, the sharing dole of common enough sates and the hatred of opposition come
in corpulence is a wagered thought to know the since, of ashes and dust to callous seems
of sympathetic hinds and the excuses to candid lives, this isn't a choice with sovereignty
miracles of sensations in the smitten tour of destiny's to kind, and never come
are we a home of yearning or the sincerity of miscued lips to find, steam
if anarchy or the pact of uniqueness in lore, the shape of history is a sorrow to some
candor here is a flower of chance to question the mine, with the survival of paces to leaven
reason to incline, upon a stone of seasons
the ache of sunshine on your face, in my worth is hope
at the leverage of least, to count for any in credence, of riches to keen
bearings and note, the future of concern to kindred, the art of homes
in love with a salty demeanor, if not the shared cause of risks
that come for such, in the mine of savagery, this is the cessation of roaming
in the stifled cry's of heaven in its health, would you liberate a sound from wisdom?
care, or finality in have
wishes of sour nothings and the myriad souls in dread comprisal
to youth, and hap as we know a shadow, save
is a finished court of sense to collect a role for a king, a loving hair?
distantly, we see the yearning of decision if your wasting voices, calm
is a reason enough to collect a courage to your side, if but a salt to show charisma
your waiting for an answer, is still a capable searching for anything to argue songs?
like a habit of universal choice, no one or the sanity we are given, is a savior without and
cease and silence, the smell of youths, is a waking nightmare, perfume?
seen and children, the smell of good intent, is a war waging in confined spaces, tongues?
stares and frustrations, the smell of coping hosts, is a walled share in poorness, looming?
faeries and stars, the smell of shame to live beyond, is a worthier sight to know, thumbs?
craving a fish? sans the shape of urges and the music of composure to clarify the sanctity
many names of cope and their strength go by, but one thing remains...
if to but share the allegiance of union and the seriousness of confirmation, city's
of candor and the risen prophet of fame, is anywhere but here in love with stay of reign
doesn't my nicety of foreign lips, begin in the smile of others, to continue with a dream
of society and most, the sharing dole of common enough sates and the hatred of opposition come
in corpulence is a wagered thought to know the since, of ashes and dust to callous seems
of sympathetic hinds and the excuses to candid lives, this isn't a choice with sovereignty
miracles of sensations in the smitten tour of destiny's to kind, and never come
are we a home of yearning or the sincerity of miscued lips to find, steam
if anarchy or the pact of uniqueness in lore, the shape of history is a sorrow to some
candor here is a flower of chance to question the mine, with the survival of paces to leaven
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Juice In Your Eye, Hills In Your Trust, Shown
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