WINE AND GATES

Learned From A Friend, In Still Means...

Bonafide, the toes of redemption
Found in the make and the wish of a judge
Sent to marvel at the indigency, of coarse contention
Hard to pace, the playing of a harp, with a love...

Tired eyes the next day
From here to especial, true
We are the commonness of unique could's and the nature of sense
Come from a miserable limit to the welling of should

Burden and powers that be
Salt in an advancing hour, for silence to come
With a promise in the stare, of courage's to see
The beauty in cares deliberated, for decidedly worldly some's

Crass to ask, the morose neglect of a wondering eye
The truth in a savior, of dreams laid to sides
Of courtesy and fairing semblance, the toes of why
This harrowing course in voice is no place for wried's

Likewise I'm certain, assume the possible bird
Forever in a craving lip, the tale of unity in a share
With presumption for acumen, we have prepared a word
With habit's charisma and the finess of an open conversation with may, were?



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Learned From A Friend, In Still Means...

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