WINE AND GATES
Top Down, Tapped Out And Tipped Toward, Justice
onto roles, undo form...
asking price for us, the knowledge in the soul
of a choice to venture forth, or the sacred in norm
where the sight of otherwise is more if kind, the brace of oil
prestige, found in the mores we assume are never more...
these tastes, of sweet hours and the care of duty in energy
taken to a suggestions extreme, the needs of curiosity, the seed of ordeals
in the nobility of conscience to quell, if not have with a seclusion in future we
as a weal of decency does often go
the though in a blade of grass, time to welcome the blow
of survival for a since of seasons made, from us to you for
a worthy cope, in your hear and dear frown of when is owe
till we seem to be, the tarter the know, the older the show
of stillness in the drears of aged gestures for the rise of another hill
come to these, and you to will see, the promise of a concern in low
taken with the demand of new, the wind itself will agree, a complete and utter till
still...
the nary done fulfil, of a soul without...
truth in causes for certainty soon, the nation of whether and whimsy given to little
orders of ancient mine, offers of angelic many, taught to either for a lip to be sound
actual levity in the doles of arms and heed for warmth that did
sincerity to crave a new eye, in the solace of other's, turns of form
found for the senses of appearance and preparation since, the sunshine hid
ourselves from the places of evil, where a dark horse for a dying house worked...
asking price for us, the knowledge in the soul
of a choice to venture forth, or the sacred in norm
where the sight of otherwise is more if kind, the brace of oil
prestige, found in the mores we assume are never more...
these tastes, of sweet hours and the care of duty in energy
taken to a suggestions extreme, the needs of curiosity, the seed of ordeals
in the nobility of conscience to quell, if not have with a seclusion in future we
as a weal of decency does often go
the though in a blade of grass, time to welcome the blow
of survival for a since of seasons made, from us to you for
a worthy cope, in your hear and dear frown of when is owe
till we seem to be, the tarter the know, the older the show
of stillness in the drears of aged gestures for the rise of another hill
come to these, and you to will see, the promise of a concern in low
taken with the demand of new, the wind itself will agree, a complete and utter till
still...
the nary done fulfil, of a soul without...
truth in causes for certainty soon, the nation of whether and whimsy given to little
orders of ancient mine, offers of angelic many, taught to either for a lip to be sound
actual levity in the doles of arms and heed for warmth that did
sincerity to crave a new eye, in the solace of other's, turns of form
found for the senses of appearance and preparation since, the sunshine hid
ourselves from the places of evil, where a dark horse for a dying house worked...
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Top Down, Tapped Out And Tipped Toward, Justice
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