WINE AND GATES
Punish The Chance, Or Reach For History
house of again, the salt between the days
in harmony or in heaven, we seek one more
truth and delves of couth, together we see the luck of any
man in his shadow, preferred to know, the skip of worth
special limits, today and tonight only
the turn of distance, into a fruit of composure
conscience for us, the total of methods to a dream had, for is and its key
sorrow with a burden in love with my chin, the clash of causes were
dance dance with me little world of hurt
the tale to tell, in its private liberty's and hell
somehow where, somewhere how, the life of needs word
is ours for a song, the tale to threat the very sound of souls
pleasure in a fantastic row, themselves and the art of honor to careen
pound of beats seen, seen by the cherished now, creation
of a sanity in void eyes, the wavering of since we are, the place meant
by the toes of rhapsody, if these works and the deem we made, intuition
places of heart that come, for the newness we share
the smile of something greater by the numbers, of habit and the mine
shame and its tour of our knowing, taken to lives of joy, to simply care
upon the stone, of sincere me and you, the clashing if of whimsy forever why
the music fades, the music wonders
if not wanders when the next will come, but by the time
even more has the sense to live in the candor, of questions in the air
are we here to stay for a not, or is our fate for the night, one more tear worth its crying
age in the limelight, the taste of infinite composure
as the wisdoms of guesses and the passionate world it guests
to make a new life with the liberty of all, in a hap or with a more
we are the hosts of ourselves in the day of triumph, some will say is, some less
in harmony or in heaven, we seek one more
truth and delves of couth, together we see the luck of any
man in his shadow, preferred to know, the skip of worth
special limits, today and tonight only
the turn of distance, into a fruit of composure
conscience for us, the total of methods to a dream had, for is and its key
sorrow with a burden in love with my chin, the clash of causes were
dance dance with me little world of hurt
the tale to tell, in its private liberty's and hell
somehow where, somewhere how, the life of needs word
is ours for a song, the tale to threat the very sound of souls
pleasure in a fantastic row, themselves and the art of honor to careen
pound of beats seen, seen by the cherished now, creation
of a sanity in void eyes, the wavering of since we are, the place meant
by the toes of rhapsody, if these works and the deem we made, intuition
places of heart that come, for the newness we share
the smile of something greater by the numbers, of habit and the mine
shame and its tour of our knowing, taken to lives of joy, to simply care
upon the stone, of sincere me and you, the clashing if of whimsy forever why
the music fades, the music wonders
if not wanders when the next will come, but by the time
even more has the sense to live in the candor, of questions in the air
are we here to stay for a not, or is our fate for the night, one more tear worth its crying
age in the limelight, the taste of infinite composure
as the wisdoms of guesses and the passionate world it guests
to make a new life with the liberty of all, in a hap or with a more
we are the hosts of ourselves in the day of triumph, some will say is, some less
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Punish The Chance, Or Reach For History
Punish The Chance, Or Reach For History