WINE AND GATES
Not More Than Knocked, Patience Hid From Succor
Holy, holier than now
Know your past, past's with a choice
Forth, right, taken, tongue
Where have all the little wink's gone, voice
Promise's from a friend
Salt with a bottle, of huger than wry
Asked in six - fold waste, haven't you an end?
For the must at heads, panic at hand to never lie?
Thought's and crimes of the survivor's
Where has a lucky doll been, doll's in the which
Open window's with a present, presence shares
Common causes in coarse views, for a stitch...
Younger than you...?
Where the hap of fate is in love...?
Talking in told hold, to know a sicker clue...?
Fingers know blessing before the light ever does...?
Maybe never
Maybe ever, in front of the means
To wishes found, around the corner from being
Stinkin'...
Can't?
Here is your final one and thunder back
Personality cued, persuasion cult, pressure chance
Futures without live in the toilet, where its all sex
Penny from the for of the dragon
That did the deed, to liberty's waiting
Of a curious many, to save the life of one
More way to cry, the boat to hate...
Girl, girl
Theory's in a curl, where might
Makes burden night, a show of early
Fruit, and a hand to hold that's seen the right...
Know your past, past's with a choice
Forth, right, taken, tongue
Where have all the little wink's gone, voice
Promise's from a friend
Salt with a bottle, of huger than wry
Asked in six - fold waste, haven't you an end?
For the must at heads, panic at hand to never lie?
Thought's and crimes of the survivor's
Where has a lucky doll been, doll's in the which
Open window's with a present, presence shares
Common causes in coarse views, for a stitch...
Younger than you...?
Where the hap of fate is in love...?
Talking in told hold, to know a sicker clue...?
Fingers know blessing before the light ever does...?
Maybe never
Maybe ever, in front of the means
To wishes found, around the corner from being
Stinkin'...
Can't?
Here is your final one and thunder back
Personality cued, persuasion cult, pressure chance
Futures without live in the toilet, where its all sex
Penny from the for of the dragon
That did the deed, to liberty's waiting
Of a curious many, to save the life of one
More way to cry, the boat to hate...
Girl, girl
Theory's in a curl, where might
Makes burden night, a show of early
Fruit, and a hand to hold that's seen the right...
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Not More Than Knocked, Patience Hid From Succor
Not More Than Knocked, Patience Hid From Succor
