WINE AND GATES
Sight Unseen; Innocense, Causes And Idea's?
Calling the sky, sublime
And doting upon the notoriety of yearning earth
Where sunlight does come, ever worth the shine
Many of us, and day's wage's have the sense of dream's occurred?
Patience to seem, seldom, and heed found shared
The truth of a finality let, on a waiting hour
Secured with the aiding unity of opportunity, faired
Come here or now in lesser kind's to exceed the dour...
Benign, the spectacle before us
The tawdry with the spoil, the whimsy with a hand to hold
Actual lip's of distance to kiss, with a mind to openly discuss
The heir's of decency and its entourage, to liberate the need in the fold
Baring the stone of semblance made, we see the courage of might become known
The truth we remember as a whole nuance of the vice, we shall visit forthwith if concern
The remark of sincerity of fashion's unknown...
Where have the dreams of blessing and behest been, if I corner the silence we earn?
Silence that has the coping have of duress to it's focus and undone emotion, in hap
The stir of hunger has lead us here, to the delirium of uncommon mores
That select the rational exaction of poise, to be the course of a new limit, to our safety
Where we were, the scope of duty redeemed to know, keeping ide's in love's force
But we select a shadow still?, to know a heart of dissuasion that has no home...
By the qualm of superiority to defend the scourge of justice, in these reasons
We have seen the senses develop, to the point of ever and never become, loans
The setting for a new conscience in the mere, of liberal lives, to cater to season's...
Love like this?
Or usage of a found live for the treacle of domain's and dependency
Succor for a liberated many, to cling to, the oddity of gift's
Of strength and delineage to commit, to a knowing face, for the risk's of tranquility
Love like this...
Simple wind's of change made for us all, seemed by keep, whether God or humanity
Tirade's first's and lively last's, or living for or dreading end's, as we admit
The tale of passion is for any who will move the notion, a since that is divinity
Love like this!
In the mere of life so worth some's, fewer by the daunting history
Of another, to overwhelm the cold shine of ask and fact's in the sort's we hint
Are the place and meter for any hour we don't know, to be anything but living epistolary?
And doting upon the notoriety of yearning earth
Where sunlight does come, ever worth the shine
Many of us, and day's wage's have the sense of dream's occurred?
Patience to seem, seldom, and heed found shared
The truth of a finality let, on a waiting hour
Secured with the aiding unity of opportunity, faired
Come here or now in lesser kind's to exceed the dour...
Benign, the spectacle before us
The tawdry with the spoil, the whimsy with a hand to hold
Actual lip's of distance to kiss, with a mind to openly discuss
The heir's of decency and its entourage, to liberate the need in the fold
Baring the stone of semblance made, we see the courage of might become known
The truth we remember as a whole nuance of the vice, we shall visit forthwith if concern
The remark of sincerity of fashion's unknown...
Where have the dreams of blessing and behest been, if I corner the silence we earn?
Silence that has the coping have of duress to it's focus and undone emotion, in hap
The stir of hunger has lead us here, to the delirium of uncommon mores
That select the rational exaction of poise, to be the course of a new limit, to our safety
Where we were, the scope of duty redeemed to know, keeping ide's in love's force
But we select a shadow still?, to know a heart of dissuasion that has no home...
By the qualm of superiority to defend the scourge of justice, in these reasons
We have seen the senses develop, to the point of ever and never become, loans
The setting for a new conscience in the mere, of liberal lives, to cater to season's...
Love like this?
Or usage of a found live for the treacle of domain's and dependency
Succor for a liberated many, to cling to, the oddity of gift's
Of strength and delineage to commit, to a knowing face, for the risk's of tranquility
Love like this...
Simple wind's of change made for us all, seemed by keep, whether God or humanity
Tirade's first's and lively last's, or living for or dreading end's, as we admit
The tale of passion is for any who will move the notion, a since that is divinity
Love like this!
In the mere of life so worth some's, fewer by the daunting history
Of another, to overwhelm the cold shine of ask and fact's in the sort's we hint
Are the place and meter for any hour we don't know, to be anything but living epistolary?
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Sight Unseen; Innocense, Causes And Idea`s?
Sight Unseen; Innocense, Causes And Idea`s?
