WINE AND GATES
Spiced Antiquity Guesses Etc. Saves Tradition
Liberty is sound mercy, sound found
Passion is an open flame, enabling fame
Serendipity is honor in my patch of care's ground
Heaven is a whole place for sincerity's name
Sound like it's time to lye?
Share the wealth, the tongue in the sands of time...
Dour news in the eventual grace, of severity so nigh
Till we see the coming and going, of a recent trying?
With the call to arms we adieu
Where is my hat in the wrung, cloth of vice saved
Vice have, the deem of a new
Course in the wishes of virtue, the taint with a fascination for praise?
Eggs, echoes or ecstasy
Penny's from heathen, the grace of visited smile's
Per the risks in a placated mind, the role of unique history
To swallow a little pride, the candor in answer's that plied...
The smile of inanity, to serve a mastery of possibility
Also and in round altogether, the smell of destiny in a hand hold
So like the hardiness of a courage to run, and run again, the winds of villainy
Where one sour is found with two how's, the mar of spite's hall, to wish in the soul of...
Places and faces of vaunted guidance, to the strife of used either, bother and are
The whimsy's of cold shoulder's still right there, in the season of drempt curses
Or should we see the life in anger, which has sold the notion of summation by far
To the clouds themselves, before the catch of reasons is on the toe of speed, earnestly your's
Passion is an open flame, enabling fame
Serendipity is honor in my patch of care's ground
Heaven is a whole place for sincerity's name
Sound like it's time to lye?
Share the wealth, the tongue in the sands of time...
Dour news in the eventual grace, of severity so nigh
Till we see the coming and going, of a recent trying?
With the call to arms we adieu
Where is my hat in the wrung, cloth of vice saved
Vice have, the deem of a new
Course in the wishes of virtue, the taint with a fascination for praise?
Eggs, echoes or ecstasy
Penny's from heathen, the grace of visited smile's
Per the risks in a placated mind, the role of unique history
To swallow a little pride, the candor in answer's that plied...
The smile of inanity, to serve a mastery of possibility
Also and in round altogether, the smell of destiny in a hand hold
So like the hardiness of a courage to run, and run again, the winds of villainy
Where one sour is found with two how's, the mar of spite's hall, to wish in the soul of...
Places and faces of vaunted guidance, to the strife of used either, bother and are
The whimsy's of cold shoulder's still right there, in the season of drempt curses
Or should we see the life in anger, which has sold the notion of summation by far
To the clouds themselves, before the catch of reasons is on the toe of speed, earnestly your's
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Spiced Antiquity Guesses Etc. Saves Tradition
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