WINE AND GATES
Presence Of Mend's, Second Wind And Worth Lend's
Quiet calliope
Served to a dewing sky
The miracle of sight's under heaven
Shared by younger eye's...
Merely, the number eleven
Say's the youth, somber shout's
Of benign true, to this silence
Is a creation of voice, in our pout's?
Do we add?
Two in refrain, singing west for acumen
Occult was our legend, our opus and fad
Silly old me, with a suppose for rain
Do we subtract?
None of the above? till we meet sigh's
Of other's, in a simplicity lacked
Shame it wasn't now, that savior's wryed
Do we multiply?
Watching the survival of the sky, unwind
Name us, a vice with human liberty
Calm antipathy, and seek our mind
Do we divide?
One of salt, since corner's evade
The tool's of responsibility have shied
To the hands of odd and other said
Do we exist?
Simply an our to hold, neglect via portion
Still an avarice come to a certain joy, with
Out our blessing? try the smile's that insist the world's kindness
Served to a dewing sky
The miracle of sight's under heaven
Shared by younger eye's...
Merely, the number eleven
Say's the youth, somber shout's
Of benign true, to this silence
Is a creation of voice, in our pout's?
Do we add?
Two in refrain, singing west for acumen
Occult was our legend, our opus and fad
Silly old me, with a suppose for rain
Do we subtract?
None of the above? till we meet sigh's
Of other's, in a simplicity lacked
Shame it wasn't now, that savior's wryed
Do we multiply?
Watching the survival of the sky, unwind
Name us, a vice with human liberty
Calm antipathy, and seek our mind
Do we divide?
One of salt, since corner's evade
The tool's of responsibility have shied
To the hands of odd and other said
Do we exist?
Simply an our to hold, neglect via portion
Still an avarice come to a certain joy, with
Out our blessing? try the smile's that insist the world's kindness
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Presence Of Mend`s, Second Wind And Worth Lend`s
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