WINE AND GATES
When Is Real A Then In Heel, Freeing Or Fearing?
Gift to a friend
Where one step forward is two step's back
If but the kindness of meeting sour end's
For a laugh, a token of appreciation, or a guess lacked...
What is it?, they exclaim
Hours and ours develop into tight smile's
The reason I'm here, with my realm of place's and names
Is to congratulate you on a thought for after and while
Tearing into the present, my friend becomes excited
Truth and images of us seemed to hold, can I keep it forever?
Tradition is one to give one in same, a tradition righted
By the observation of curiosity for the thing's we never...
Finally through the packaging, my friend stares in amazement
Why the shadow's in your heart?, as if a lucrish smile wasn't enough
I consider the notion a triumph, if not truth to seen relent?
Thank you, from the bottom of mine, it's as if we are fate's come
Your welcome, I return the compliment as if a writing of my hand
Here is the hint you've been looking for, to the testimony of day's you made
And the variety of stoutness we claimed for each other, to desire grand
Idea's of together we make, for the subtlety of mentioning the same, as if it is to fade
Both of us satisfied with the surprise, in our inner most thoughts
We move on, for a care and the behalf of heir's to the anon
Knowing full well, the presence of mind it took, to come up with nothing but knot's
In the season of honor to be art, and to show a justice as was irony all along...
Where one step forward is two step's back
If but the kindness of meeting sour end's
For a laugh, a token of appreciation, or a guess lacked...
What is it?, they exclaim
Hours and ours develop into tight smile's
The reason I'm here, with my realm of place's and names
Is to congratulate you on a thought for after and while
Tearing into the present, my friend becomes excited
Truth and images of us seemed to hold, can I keep it forever?
Tradition is one to give one in same, a tradition righted
By the observation of curiosity for the thing's we never...
Finally through the packaging, my friend stares in amazement
Why the shadow's in your heart?, as if a lucrish smile wasn't enough
I consider the notion a triumph, if not truth to seen relent?
Thank you, from the bottom of mine, it's as if we are fate's come
Your welcome, I return the compliment as if a writing of my hand
Here is the hint you've been looking for, to the testimony of day's you made
And the variety of stoutness we claimed for each other, to desire grand
Idea's of together we make, for the subtlety of mentioning the same, as if it is to fade
Both of us satisfied with the surprise, in our inner most thoughts
We move on, for a care and the behalf of heir's to the anon
Knowing full well, the presence of mind it took, to come up with nothing but knot's
In the season of honor to be art, and to show a justice as was irony all along...
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When Is Real A Then In Heel, Freeing Or Fearing?
When Is Real A Then In Heel, Freeing Or Fearing?
