WINE AND GATES
Rational Use Of A Friends Hand Showed Few...
sensation excel
throats of excitement to qualm
the suppose of suggested not, to ask of a unity, till
the pining of a shared liberty is a walking psalm
from here to eternity, the taken dreams of a friendship
to wish upon the stars themselves, how am I doing?
the taste of exhilaration for a laugh, is a lip so sharp, it
found in the scurrilous vantage of mean and measure made, are we the next to be going?
hello existence, the nary come fell
the notion in the portions we love, for a requited song
to know but a simple rhyme and habit in the open, little
is the name of joy, for we seek a love worth having altogether
greater by the days we trade, for a curiosity in the face of somewhere God
the tally of obscurity, to convince a shame to live in gorgeous trying, today
is the total of hero's and the seriousness of a shadow to climb, does an eye learn to knock?
like patience, impressions of fury in the known, to give us a collected sigh, for may...
promises, presence of mind
the tale of a sense in love with truth's and hope's motion
is a clash of days for the rest of us, the breed of summary lives
made from the naked emotions of souls seen, come to clarity with a sheen, and taken with since
passion, for you and me
the weary eyes of duty in destiny, to drive the point home, for a creation in somehow
the deeds of others are for all, to give the gift of more than life, love, even law and its seed
lofty old silence with its mars and strength of dread, do we remember ourselves, here and now?
throats of excitement to qualm
the suppose of suggested not, to ask of a unity, till
the pining of a shared liberty is a walking psalm
from here to eternity, the taken dreams of a friendship
to wish upon the stars themselves, how am I doing?
the taste of exhilaration for a laugh, is a lip so sharp, it
found in the scurrilous vantage of mean and measure made, are we the next to be going?
hello existence, the nary come fell
the notion in the portions we love, for a requited song
to know but a simple rhyme and habit in the open, little
is the name of joy, for we seek a love worth having altogether
greater by the days we trade, for a curiosity in the face of somewhere God
the tally of obscurity, to convince a shame to live in gorgeous trying, today
is the total of hero's and the seriousness of a shadow to climb, does an eye learn to knock?
like patience, impressions of fury in the known, to give us a collected sigh, for may...
promises, presence of mind
the tale of a sense in love with truth's and hope's motion
is a clash of days for the rest of us, the breed of summary lives
made from the naked emotions of souls seen, come to clarity with a sheen, and taken with since
passion, for you and me
the weary eyes of duty in destiny, to drive the point home, for a creation in somehow
the deeds of others are for all, to give the gift of more than life, love, even law and its seed
lofty old silence with its mars and strength of dread, do we remember ourselves, here and now?
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Rational Use Of A Friends Hand Showed Few...
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