WINE AND GATES
Heard Such If Mine, Might Visit Same Here, Forever
tall to the honor in the airs to come, home
forward to dreamed how, the made silence in our grasp
the tartness of a future, so proud to some
the arduous in a mortal hand, that knows the since to last
if anywhere but the any how of here, uncertain...
the toil of change of sorrow, we make for a simpler could...
the sake of another sincerity in the morass, of a ship with death as captain
the taste of humanity, is forever a clash with hatred, to know any who, done
the names of vestige in the actual, to facts of serious miracles
to keep but the sender before the mission of the receiving
ides of place and the open hearted sate, of sour enough might's, to know diligence
that has come to these for anything, love is a gift best given with a mouth, neglect living
powers that could and nothing more, need to finish a heartless thought
taken to never for another look, at the ends it is, then and there
this total of suggestion and the imagination of presence of mind, ought
to live once more, the savagery of cruel intent be damned, where there is a share...
there is a name to be remembered
the tact of notion and the angels themselves, somewhere way above
will know any home of passion is means to an end, seen once for things intended
twice the majesty of coping with the misery of all and other kind, to shape the wishes of us
curious? feeling mighty? understanding the liberty of doting? testimony?
this simple thumb of duty to shown and known compassion for you, is many more truths than if
the doles of justice for ourselves, ever to be a condition of succor with us anew, a levity
of choice found, for the instance of a kindness now supreme, taken to heart for this to live
forward to dreamed how, the made silence in our grasp
the tartness of a future, so proud to some
the arduous in a mortal hand, that knows the since to last
if anywhere but the any how of here, uncertain...
the toil of change of sorrow, we make for a simpler could...
the sake of another sincerity in the morass, of a ship with death as captain
the taste of humanity, is forever a clash with hatred, to know any who, done
the names of vestige in the actual, to facts of serious miracles
to keep but the sender before the mission of the receiving
ides of place and the open hearted sate, of sour enough might's, to know diligence
that has come to these for anything, love is a gift best given with a mouth, neglect living
powers that could and nothing more, need to finish a heartless thought
taken to never for another look, at the ends it is, then and there
this total of suggestion and the imagination of presence of mind, ought
to live once more, the savagery of cruel intent be damned, where there is a share...
there is a name to be remembered
the tact of notion and the angels themselves, somewhere way above
will know any home of passion is means to an end, seen once for things intended
twice the majesty of coping with the misery of all and other kind, to shape the wishes of us
curious? feeling mighty? understanding the liberty of doting? testimony?
this simple thumb of duty to shown and known compassion for you, is many more truths than if
the doles of justice for ourselves, ever to be a condition of succor with us anew, a levity
of choice found, for the instance of a kindness now supreme, taken to heart for this to live
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Heard Such If Mine, Might Visit Same Here, Forever
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