WINE AND GATES
Finger's, Lover's And World's Away, Reign's Sates?
Till we meet again
Stirred liberty and the salt of honor
Is a reason in the myth we speak, plain
The tale of unity to form, the measure of comeliness to first's, sour
A wrist of images in our fearing and hearing the quiet of heathen patience
To sweeten a judgment of hence, a remorse for one more step
To the considered hap, we pursue with an ageless grace, for ends
Of calling to the birds and the bee's for a love to have whit...
Lucky me, a dream I stood in the rain with, but...
The courage of ever the mother of invention, saking...
The pretty here and now, to overwhelm a place, such...
A small live in the eyes of, another patience for the, ur, making...
Create one more stir of guidance, and you will see...
The tooth of disharmony disappear, with a frank heiring to the stare
At nothing more, than a clash with eases of unity for the roaming capacity
Of a new form to our life, the star's to wonder, if a craving is never fair...?
Or if a lore in the force it took to know you, is a relationship with mercy
To see a welfare in the scourge of money and its bitter hop over that hill
For the rank and file, of driven earn, and the duress we say is a working man's history
Life with a poignant smile that has never harbored anything but the way to that hill, still...
Days end, and a new love on the arm
If but the sight to adjust to the might that is our last, right
To seek a sincere persuasion to levity in callous are, the nature of silence so warm
The treasure of a future eye, still here by the shared and seen, where a freedom might
Petulance fish, pretty future?
Is a waiting wade with fortune, myself
Themselve's to clarify the keep, somehow purity
Is the price of sense, timid enough to substantiate still...
Stirred liberty and the salt of honor
Is a reason in the myth we speak, plain
The tale of unity to form, the measure of comeliness to first's, sour
A wrist of images in our fearing and hearing the quiet of heathen patience
To sweeten a judgment of hence, a remorse for one more step
To the considered hap, we pursue with an ageless grace, for ends
Of calling to the birds and the bee's for a love to have whit...
Lucky me, a dream I stood in the rain with, but...
The courage of ever the mother of invention, saking...
The pretty here and now, to overwhelm a place, such...
A small live in the eyes of, another patience for the, ur, making...
Create one more stir of guidance, and you will see...
The tooth of disharmony disappear, with a frank heiring to the stare
At nothing more, than a clash with eases of unity for the roaming capacity
Of a new form to our life, the star's to wonder, if a craving is never fair...?
Or if a lore in the force it took to know you, is a relationship with mercy
To see a welfare in the scourge of money and its bitter hop over that hill
For the rank and file, of driven earn, and the duress we say is a working man's history
Life with a poignant smile that has never harbored anything but the way to that hill, still...
Days end, and a new love on the arm
If but the sight to adjust to the might that is our last, right
To seek a sincere persuasion to levity in callous are, the nature of silence so warm
The treasure of a future eye, still here by the shared and seen, where a freedom might
Petulance fish, pretty future?
Is a waiting wade with fortune, myself
Themselve's to clarify the keep, somehow purity
Is the price of sense, timid enough to substantiate still...
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Finger`s, Lover`s And World`s Away, Reign`s Sates?
Finger`s, Lover`s And World`s Away, Reign`s Sates?
