WINE AND GATES
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yesteryear
in love with you, I was the taste of doles
made from perfect truth and the tally of cope in fear
seclusion of a sorrow was mine, for joy to keep, wholes
press of a driven fame, to know the judge of hasty kind
the pall of disdain, dismay that followed the might in a face
which's to final 'in' in ourselves to seek a new pathway to mind
fickle was the breath of a solaces lover, the miracle of need to praise
shame for a same, the times with a brazen courage
for the silence we adored, for a candor in the bespeak of a new wind
of change, the taste of done has become, the message to a new legend
the part of succor and its livid heed, where to will in the spill of here, is mine?
causes to know, the patience of disarray and the may of seldom seen
wishes of fortunes in the passing doors of homes sit to hear, themselves
in the promises of another golden rule, the pace of a heart so dear, we keen
if anyhow is to be a home for us, the nature of sharing the load should, a happier youth
pasts of panic and the deal of a lifetimes card, on the table of cold questions to have
the sighing we endure, for a salt and a harbinger of fault in the since of others
worth mine, the tease of only in our deem as a future is, the prescience of a world to save
is a labor loved, if but anything but the sense to live in the daydreams of lovers...
tick tock, the more or less we serve, for many more
the taint of decision in the steps of presumption taken to poise, for prides didn't
the making of somehow from the hands of friendship, is still the magic of nobility, as if war?
and a furious sign of distances in our embarrassed gaits, just the dance worth giving...
in love with you, I was the taste of doles
made from perfect truth and the tally of cope in fear
seclusion of a sorrow was mine, for joy to keep, wholes
press of a driven fame, to know the judge of hasty kind
the pall of disdain, dismay that followed the might in a face
which's to final 'in' in ourselves to seek a new pathway to mind
fickle was the breath of a solaces lover, the miracle of need to praise
shame for a same, the times with a brazen courage
for the silence we adored, for a candor in the bespeak of a new wind
of change, the taste of done has become, the message to a new legend
the part of succor and its livid heed, where to will in the spill of here, is mine?
causes to know, the patience of disarray and the may of seldom seen
wishes of fortunes in the passing doors of homes sit to hear, themselves
in the promises of another golden rule, the pace of a heart so dear, we keen
if anyhow is to be a home for us, the nature of sharing the load should, a happier youth
pasts of panic and the deal of a lifetimes card, on the table of cold questions to have
the sighing we endure, for a salt and a harbinger of fault in the since of others
worth mine, the tease of only in our deem as a future is, the prescience of a world to save
is a labor loved, if but anything but the sense to live in the daydreams of lovers...
tick tock, the more or less we serve, for many more
the taint of decision in the steps of presumption taken to poise, for prides didn't
the making of somehow from the hands of friendship, is still the magic of nobility, as if war?
and a furious sign of distances in our embarrassed gaits, just the dance worth giving...
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