WINE AND GATES
Hope In A Latter Day, Letter's And Promise's
Maybe, in my curiosity
Might, to tow a recalcitrant need
Moreover, in league with liberty
My salt of a since, to remember the she'd
Faces and places of unique smile's
The toward fashion we approve, but assume a care
In the leaving style of eave's to occur, with a justice for all the while
Found in the stir of reflection in my eye's, to fair
Kiss me with your misery...
I have kept the took, with a music so sweet
To kinds above the honor we deem, as a languoring history
Set to met, in the bared night, once asleep now a tooth of whit's
Senses and hour's may approve, but truer conviction
Is one to know, the taste of unity in our earning
If not our midst, for a ghost of a chance at the now, a sensation
Of water in the cup, with an unction for a mouth yearning
See my buoyant reply...
No news for a particularly sullen who'se
The taste we find is still that kiss, and to a heroism of guidance's
That has seen the future move, with you at it's lead, for youth's
Creation owes me a survived letter?
Kinds in the atmosphere of decision, liberate me from gibberish?
Sojourn's with silence form the word's you need to hear, uttered?
Candor for the shared rancor, we keep is a wholeness to answer life's question's?
In the beginning, the total of reason in a handful of could
The smiles we make and hardy examples we know for a livid attesting
Have the color of subtlety in favor, sublime truth to a lip that should
Be the solace of understanding the seen, with a mind to oust the lessening...
Love is a caring wish in the voice of the energy of the winds
Of time and the stirring hope of condition, to save the praise of commonness
Seemed one more taste, to finish the tale of urges that deliverance raises
Of fever and fortune, to know a calling many, is to sense the background of all, that is
Here is your heaven, made to tone and renown, for a life in the mires we name
For the presence of loved ones, and the skill of passion to form
The willingness of vice to calm, the beguiled needs of youth in silence came
Thank you for an endearment's voice, worth one more praise, that still is the wage of norm's...
Might, to tow a recalcitrant need
Moreover, in league with liberty
My salt of a since, to remember the she'd
Faces and places of unique smile's
The toward fashion we approve, but assume a care
In the leaving style of eave's to occur, with a justice for all the while
Found in the stir of reflection in my eye's, to fair
Kiss me with your misery...
I have kept the took, with a music so sweet
To kinds above the honor we deem, as a languoring history
Set to met, in the bared night, once asleep now a tooth of whit's
Senses and hour's may approve, but truer conviction
Is one to know, the taste of unity in our earning
If not our midst, for a ghost of a chance at the now, a sensation
Of water in the cup, with an unction for a mouth yearning
See my buoyant reply...
No news for a particularly sullen who'se
The taste we find is still that kiss, and to a heroism of guidance's
That has seen the future move, with you at it's lead, for youth's
Creation owes me a survived letter?
Kinds in the atmosphere of decision, liberate me from gibberish?
Sojourn's with silence form the word's you need to hear, uttered?
Candor for the shared rancor, we keep is a wholeness to answer life's question's?
In the beginning, the total of reason in a handful of could
The smiles we make and hardy examples we know for a livid attesting
Have the color of subtlety in favor, sublime truth to a lip that should
Be the solace of understanding the seen, with a mind to oust the lessening...
Love is a caring wish in the voice of the energy of the winds
Of time and the stirring hope of condition, to save the praise of commonness
Seemed one more taste, to finish the tale of urges that deliverance raises
Of fever and fortune, to know a calling many, is to sense the background of all, that is
Here is your heaven, made to tone and renown, for a life in the mires we name
For the presence of loved ones, and the skill of passion to form
The willingness of vice to calm, the beguiled needs of youth in silence came
Thank you for an endearment's voice, worth one more praise, that still is the wage of norm's...
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Hope In A Latter Day, Letter`s And Promise`s
Hope In A Latter Day, Letter`s And Promise`s