WINE AND GATES
Craving Salty Arguments And Answers, Realizing...
life in the give, pipers
to work for another song, the dalliance of cold stead
to remember the needs of anywhere above the bird
the salt it took to live with you, is a rage of youth ahead?
timely, the sanity of chaste, to clarify the words of able and time
the wages we seek, the miracle of sour naivete and the cope in heed
worth every step more, than else, a climb to share as knowing, for asking
the taste of futures and the small of done, to live all and right, she'd
walks with a mother of invention, to know but any when of said to here, heard
the tale of uncertainty in the voice of others, is like a hap or its sad eyes, found
the miles of use for the rest of us, the naked same in the miles, until we few and irk
the shape of futures come, to complete the solace of either and accept, given nowhere
the safest way between two points, is a saying with a promise
the needless in view of the held, is all ways a shame to cope with consciences
the best man in the house, is a few more shares of tongue than portion's acts of bliss
the tale to be told, will never amount to more than a candid lucre in the fold of pressures
time?
the taller the building, the smaller the more
in love or in hatreds grasp, we know you, for a shall in the sublime
to watch of hours and the similarity to kindness that is habit, a river is war...
with out your dreams tend and other to lend, the admit of doors
of justice and the sanity of ailing merit to come
in the name of a new idea, newing sincerity, and the shoe of hopeful order
the inanity you seek, is somewhere over the head of happiness, to see to a many shown
for the rest of the story, which at the moment is nowhere to be forth or sorts letting
a half of hell with a means to an end for the rest of us, is made from these, truths
of vice and the silence of beckoning to halting have, is a world seen twice, for everything
play with your own paces to see, the cope of might is in the way we save ourselves from couth
perhaps to opinion taken from the mouth of babes, perhaps the house of witnessing the land
until just now, the nary come worth is a final lip in the passion of adding neglect
the turn of duty and the sound of haven't to come, the nature of kingdom come, is at a run
to simplify the some's and the scope of anyhow kept for a shamed live, no man is an island elect
catch of days, the soul of surmised energy and the effluence of may, to heed as can
the moment you are, the praise of cease and appease asked, method is but an eye to know
the empathy of silence and its house of causes come, is a land onto itself for one to wonder
about anything but the choice of ordeals made, for the risks of effect and the instance allowed
to work for another song, the dalliance of cold stead
to remember the needs of anywhere above the bird
the salt it took to live with you, is a rage of youth ahead?
timely, the sanity of chaste, to clarify the words of able and time
the wages we seek, the miracle of sour naivete and the cope in heed
worth every step more, than else, a climb to share as knowing, for asking
the taste of futures and the small of done, to live all and right, she'd
walks with a mother of invention, to know but any when of said to here, heard
the tale of uncertainty in the voice of others, is like a hap or its sad eyes, found
the miles of use for the rest of us, the naked same in the miles, until we few and irk
the shape of futures come, to complete the solace of either and accept, given nowhere
the safest way between two points, is a saying with a promise
the needless in view of the held, is all ways a shame to cope with consciences
the best man in the house, is a few more shares of tongue than portion's acts of bliss
the tale to be told, will never amount to more than a candid lucre in the fold of pressures
time?
the taller the building, the smaller the more
in love or in hatreds grasp, we know you, for a shall in the sublime
to watch of hours and the similarity to kindness that is habit, a river is war...
with out your dreams tend and other to lend, the admit of doors
of justice and the sanity of ailing merit to come
in the name of a new idea, newing sincerity, and the shoe of hopeful order
the inanity you seek, is somewhere over the head of happiness, to see to a many shown
for the rest of the story, which at the moment is nowhere to be forth or sorts letting
a half of hell with a means to an end for the rest of us, is made from these, truths
of vice and the silence of beckoning to halting have, is a world seen twice, for everything
play with your own paces to see, the cope of might is in the way we save ourselves from couth
perhaps to opinion taken from the mouth of babes, perhaps the house of witnessing the land
until just now, the nary come worth is a final lip in the passion of adding neglect
the turn of duty and the sound of haven't to come, the nature of kingdom come, is at a run
to simplify the some's and the scope of anyhow kept for a shamed live, no man is an island elect
catch of days, the soul of surmised energy and the effluence of may, to heed as can
the moment you are, the praise of cease and appease asked, method is but an eye to know
the empathy of silence and its house of causes come, is a land onto itself for one to wonder
about anything but the choice of ordeals made, for the risks of effect and the instance allowed
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Craving Salty Arguments And Answers, Realizing...
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