WINE AND GATES
Recent Overture's Ne'er Asked, Liberty's Day?
Poise in a wine glass
So more, than angel's will allow...
Tones of virtue, to a prayer to bless
Then the truth is a vice with now
Much, to do about the yearning who've
In a shine of station, made to require the norm's
We finish for a lot, the love of bastion in due
Kind come, the brace for alleged smile's to form
How in, how out
Of a house so named, the lacking bride?
Fewer if knowing, a groom of service to pout's
Of response in the mine, myriad to relinquish the shied
Of another lover, the tension between might and semblance
To overwhelm the many who need, the anywhere of silent heed
As if the cares of Adam and Eve, to intone a stirring chance
Of what was the allow, of another eye at the table, a tongues secret
Happiness, if not service to an elaborate ideal...
The trying and the spying of a coarse tiding, or reasons in the fold
We are the sharing half, come the superstition of old, heal?
This child's mind? when the price of youth has a wall to known?
Paces of an eventual smile, or the long tooth of denial
The role of succinct and meager, prayers and restriction's of home
Kind to find, the candid weal of remembering the wholeness of race, so filial
Where one eave of two responses, means the gratuity of distance until so
Candidly, the voice of uniqueness, we so fondly adore
Forth eminence totaled with the patience of unrest, to sleep another day
With absolutes of guidance until the measure of simplicity is a gaiety cared foreign
The education of prejudice to select, the passion of courage for a new say
When is a house ever more than a part of the whole?
When the silence of petty thought's, is the warmth we feel, will
Simple as that, the feat of ought and not for life, to hold
The hand of reach and bared cease, completing the rhyme and reason of love's circle
So more, than angel's will allow...
Tones of virtue, to a prayer to bless
Then the truth is a vice with now
Much, to do about the yearning who've
In a shine of station, made to require the norm's
We finish for a lot, the love of bastion in due
Kind come, the brace for alleged smile's to form
How in, how out
Of a house so named, the lacking bride?
Fewer if knowing, a groom of service to pout's
Of response in the mine, myriad to relinquish the shied
Of another lover, the tension between might and semblance
To overwhelm the many who need, the anywhere of silent heed
As if the cares of Adam and Eve, to intone a stirring chance
Of what was the allow, of another eye at the table, a tongues secret
Happiness, if not service to an elaborate ideal...
The trying and the spying of a coarse tiding, or reasons in the fold
We are the sharing half, come the superstition of old, heal?
This child's mind? when the price of youth has a wall to known?
Paces of an eventual smile, or the long tooth of denial
The role of succinct and meager, prayers and restriction's of home
Kind to find, the candid weal of remembering the wholeness of race, so filial
Where one eave of two responses, means the gratuity of distance until so
Candidly, the voice of uniqueness, we so fondly adore
Forth eminence totaled with the patience of unrest, to sleep another day
With absolutes of guidance until the measure of simplicity is a gaiety cared foreign
The education of prejudice to select, the passion of courage for a new say
When is a house ever more than a part of the whole?
When the silence of petty thought's, is the warmth we feel, will
Simple as that, the feat of ought and not for life, to hold
The hand of reach and bared cease, completing the rhyme and reason of love's circle
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Recent Overture`s Ne`er Asked, Liberty`s Day?
Recent Overture`s Ne`er Asked, Liberty`s Day?
