WINE AND GATES
Hope Is A This, And Here Is A That...?
Campy, the kiss of a lifetime...
Senses alive, the origin's of history
Made from one hand, than two trying
The norm of life, and the promise of epistolary
March of time, over a longer distance
Than the eye of cause has skill
Unless the right person, has the right sense
For you, the imagination of coping and will's
Seeing the best of another
Toward seemly, and somehow utterly
The tender voice of risk for bother
Regarding stir's of silence, in your fame, as means
Silence, that hopefully has said
The justice resolved, justifying all
Of a sour eye for once, even lead
Is a shrewd enough partner, to seek well, ahead
Fair to air's, of inclusion for and at
The tale of yonder scheme of thing's
Come to end's for a drama laid when, what
Is to be a golden rule of why we are, a heart worth saving...
So to a refrain of sincere conscience
That asks before left, the irony of depend's
That has come to the glance of prescience
Same and kindness reached, of idea's and freedom, to see the better, livid
Senses alive, the origin's of history
Made from one hand, than two trying
The norm of life, and the promise of epistolary
March of time, over a longer distance
Than the eye of cause has skill
Unless the right person, has the right sense
For you, the imagination of coping and will's
Seeing the best of another
Toward seemly, and somehow utterly
The tender voice of risk for bother
Regarding stir's of silence, in your fame, as means
Silence, that hopefully has said
The justice resolved, justifying all
Of a sour eye for once, even lead
Is a shrewd enough partner, to seek well, ahead
Fair to air's, of inclusion for and at
The tale of yonder scheme of thing's
Come to end's for a drama laid when, what
Is to be a golden rule of why we are, a heart worth saving...
So to a refrain of sincere conscience
That asks before left, the irony of depend's
That has come to the glance of prescience
Same and kindness reached, of idea's and freedom, to see the better, livid
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Hope Is A This, And Here Is A That...?
Hope Is A This, And Here Is A That...?
