WINE AND GATES
Counted With Day's Gone By, Before
tall to yet, short to fate
ask us later, when both cry
the talk of years, shall of sate
here to live, in your sigh's, shy
pain in the music, wolves in the tongue
ashes of youthful sense, to kiss...
a final lip in the share, of history among
like a sanity in steps of choice, is
very to hair, heroine to victory
the stone of thought's in the might
as the lips become yours, energies
of overt, your hidden voice died
money
where is your first, the vow of second
fruit, to collect a button in the sound of liberty
candor and the mercy to challenge a legend
couldn't a face without, pain
severe as a haunted bough in the wind is
courage before the sense of youth, is all changing
most to us in the stones shadow, know this
tomorrow, top, tension, toes
in love with ourselves, or the mutual other
the season of a swallowed one, loves
to look at that risky eye, just to bother...
tomorrow, never again
future lives to deliver the news
of cold hearts come to hold certain
avidness for a triumph, in excuses...
ask us later, when both cry
the talk of years, shall of sate
here to live, in your sigh's, shy
pain in the music, wolves in the tongue
ashes of youthful sense, to kiss...
a final lip in the share, of history among
like a sanity in steps of choice, is
very to hair, heroine to victory
the stone of thought's in the might
as the lips become yours, energies
of overt, your hidden voice died
money
where is your first, the vow of second
fruit, to collect a button in the sound of liberty
candor and the mercy to challenge a legend
couldn't a face without, pain
severe as a haunted bough in the wind is
courage before the sense of youth, is all changing
most to us in the stones shadow, know this
tomorrow, top, tension, toes
in love with ourselves, or the mutual other
the season of a swallowed one, loves
to look at that risky eye, just to bother...
tomorrow, never again
future lives to deliver the news
of cold hearts come to hold certain
avidness for a triumph, in excuses...
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Counted With Day`s Gone By, Before
Counted With Day`s Gone By, Before
