WINE AND GATES
Marvel At A Dream With No Legend To Seek Us
Myth loves my needs
More than an else to finish the imagination of the wind
Merely the stir of and and not, the rule of my heed
Makes a living is, the role of ask and fact, to welcome kin
Sad though, the responsibility of a passion's quiet
The taste of unique and sometimes sordid, praises of the reckoning each
Blessed to the self, but sense among the known, for other's to find
A reason amid the gift's we have made, to know the liberty in a saving grace
Then and there, the misery we know
The lover's of foremost cares, is for all to seem a little many
Of special and future kind, to collect the paces we owe
To these, we confirm the passion was a heart with confusion's any
But what if callous passage on the ship of untoward life...
Has the seemly eye of consciences to seek once, the matter at land
To save a friendship with no places, or faces of deed, seeking strife
Is a halting and sometimes hidden, judgment of the baring of lore's hand
Sweeter path's and decision for same, the risks of unity to stay
Amid the reality of sense anew, to wear the cloth of appropriateness
Scented with the freedom we expect, to keep a life of derision at bay
The waiting and the sating of fear, for one more forth of a guess
But a friendship may go long, the walk of severity in the rain of disposed
Laughs and critiques of hurry, that know the seldom for mighty kisses
In the innermost doles and lams of worth, to select a vestige of cope to hold
Is my lip for the dearness of beauty, the calm of sincerer or shrewd wishes?
Myth's with a head for the meet of simplicity we all obviously see
The greater the scope of duty to one and self, the gratuity of pleasure and the act of error
Is a wall to hind and sighing done right, the seclusion for misery's dread, of all and anarchy
Isn't does or destiny our fear, to a lazed heed of composure with heed to pay, a savior?
Save me from a pathetic many, with the liberty to sense the maelstrom
We find for a life in each other's karma, till the patience of the day has one more
Few and soul of duty to something besides the passion in a nightmare, held in long
Arms of unction come, that have the wisdom of since in mind, for a lip that were
Voices that vie, with the legend of demandancy come, dependency lent
In the most to sorrowful, livid, and taken natures to seek a new passion
The mercy we find, is a reigning soul with a sophistication for truth, meant
To the very spirit of cause and effect, that is the peace we know, can be ever lasting
Penny for your thought's, in the mind of desperation few, desolation due
Well to see, your habit of curiosity in the new, where the sour fates of presence
Of why, is a labor of yearning and earning the nearer have to thee, the rise of soon
The wake of a new ship, with out the tooth of cull and seen, that is our day for imagination
More than an else to finish the imagination of the wind
Merely the stir of and and not, the rule of my heed
Makes a living is, the role of ask and fact, to welcome kin
Sad though, the responsibility of a passion's quiet
The taste of unique and sometimes sordid, praises of the reckoning each
Blessed to the self, but sense among the known, for other's to find
A reason amid the gift's we have made, to know the liberty in a saving grace
Then and there, the misery we know
The lover's of foremost cares, is for all to seem a little many
Of special and future kind, to collect the paces we owe
To these, we confirm the passion was a heart with confusion's any
But what if callous passage on the ship of untoward life...
Has the seemly eye of consciences to seek once, the matter at land
To save a friendship with no places, or faces of deed, seeking strife
Is a halting and sometimes hidden, judgment of the baring of lore's hand
Sweeter path's and decision for same, the risks of unity to stay
Amid the reality of sense anew, to wear the cloth of appropriateness
Scented with the freedom we expect, to keep a life of derision at bay
The waiting and the sating of fear, for one more forth of a guess
But a friendship may go long, the walk of severity in the rain of disposed
Laughs and critiques of hurry, that know the seldom for mighty kisses
In the innermost doles and lams of worth, to select a vestige of cope to hold
Is my lip for the dearness of beauty, the calm of sincerer or shrewd wishes?
Myth's with a head for the meet of simplicity we all obviously see
The greater the scope of duty to one and self, the gratuity of pleasure and the act of error
Is a wall to hind and sighing done right, the seclusion for misery's dread, of all and anarchy
Isn't does or destiny our fear, to a lazed heed of composure with heed to pay, a savior?
Save me from a pathetic many, with the liberty to sense the maelstrom
We find for a life in each other's karma, till the patience of the day has one more
Few and soul of duty to something besides the passion in a nightmare, held in long
Arms of unction come, that have the wisdom of since in mind, for a lip that were
Voices that vie, with the legend of demandancy come, dependency lent
In the most to sorrowful, livid, and taken natures to seek a new passion
The mercy we find, is a reigning soul with a sophistication for truth, meant
To the very spirit of cause and effect, that is the peace we know, can be ever lasting
Penny for your thought's, in the mind of desperation few, desolation due
Well to see, your habit of curiosity in the new, where the sour fates of presence
Of why, is a labor of yearning and earning the nearer have to thee, the rise of soon
The wake of a new ship, with out the tooth of cull and seen, that is our day for imagination
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Marvel At A Dream With No Legend To Seek Us
Marvel At A Dream With No Legend To Seek Us
