WINE AND GATES
Nerves And Joyful Stares Of Heroes By Shares, Isn't Rude?
misery loves company
thoughts that steal a moment lose at us
brighter minds make special rhymes to remember any
luck with a forward stare, has a paradise to fuss
go fly a kite...?
that chin or that prayer to future vice, has a certain smell to its breath
where as the kite has a fly in its soup, might
we sing you a little song and dance about the stealth of the night, wealth
purple in love, the deed of service, an ideal
purple in does, well am, I a lover to heel?
certain if us, the account to fate in my eye, a place to heal
is worded justice so? my need if yours is being, a world is feel
for me, the notion, duty in concerted more, the aching with the light faking
salt in the devil's eye, to know a dream in the praise of a give
of such to means and a holy wing, this hidden same is making
has a lip of sense for us, the moment of didn't we anger and live?
brown to hate, the she'd of promise, an ideal
brown to doesn't, were am, I a hatred to seem?
town to late, the penny in the well, of seen still
is working for may so? my neglect of a stone is this deem?
why me?
the ancient and themselves of coping with a falicy, of due and miracles in new shoes
the candor of history in the name of a courage for the right kind of key
to close the door on limits and simplicity of chances to learn, a mutual could
hello
this star and this brief encounter with more than else, haven't...?
is a smile from sincerity in your arms grasp, your am's past, and a heavy eye's mind blown
next to nothing for the pride of a said future, we keep your deed of nothing fast...
and to a bird in the sky with a voice that can kill the devil with a song
many more to you, is my nary, realm and victory of solace for the rights of others
like the bird to comply with the remark given, to hardship and the miles until loved among
this is no waiting shadow to serve an our to fewer shames, its the very idea of bothers
brothers that same
in the kindness to wish for one more sit with an hour to live in the myths and dones
of coping with a myriad to find in a void of clashes with a baby come, to seek its fortune
in goose flesh and funny bones, where a miney moe makes a happier fish on the hill of owe...
thoughts that steal a moment lose at us
brighter minds make special rhymes to remember any
luck with a forward stare, has a paradise to fuss
go fly a kite...?
that chin or that prayer to future vice, has a certain smell to its breath
where as the kite has a fly in its soup, might
we sing you a little song and dance about the stealth of the night, wealth
purple in love, the deed of service, an ideal
purple in does, well am, I a lover to heel?
certain if us, the account to fate in my eye, a place to heal
is worded justice so? my need if yours is being, a world is feel
for me, the notion, duty in concerted more, the aching with the light faking
salt in the devil's eye, to know a dream in the praise of a give
of such to means and a holy wing, this hidden same is making
has a lip of sense for us, the moment of didn't we anger and live?
brown to hate, the she'd of promise, an ideal
brown to doesn't, were am, I a hatred to seem?
town to late, the penny in the well, of seen still
is working for may so? my neglect of a stone is this deem?
why me?
the ancient and themselves of coping with a falicy, of due and miracles in new shoes
the candor of history in the name of a courage for the right kind of key
to close the door on limits and simplicity of chances to learn, a mutual could
hello
this star and this brief encounter with more than else, haven't...?
is a smile from sincerity in your arms grasp, your am's past, and a heavy eye's mind blown
next to nothing for the pride of a said future, we keep your deed of nothing fast...
and to a bird in the sky with a voice that can kill the devil with a song
many more to you, is my nary, realm and victory of solace for the rights of others
like the bird to comply with the remark given, to hardship and the miles until loved among
this is no waiting shadow to serve an our to fewer shames, its the very idea of bothers
brothers that same
in the kindness to wish for one more sit with an hour to live in the myths and dones
of coping with a myriad to find in a void of clashes with a baby come, to seek its fortune
in goose flesh and funny bones, where a miney moe makes a happier fish on the hill of owe...
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Nerves And Joyful Stares Of Heroes By Shares, Isn`t Rude?
Nerves And Joyful Stares Of Heroes By Shares, Isn`t Rude?
