WINE AND GATES
Snares And Bells Being Added To Have...
Somewhere my love...
Sanity has taken it's course
Two, of a silent kind, love in a covenant
With sincere eye's and a liberty's mouth, never worse
Sanity?
First's and found hour's, to see the seldom in a raging eye
Hide and determine yourself, the prodigy of vanity
In the calm before the storm, we witness before the simplest of ide's
Simple?
Succor in tomb's of ancient borrow, the taint of redemption
Come to serve the sour reproach of misery, to understatedly quell...
Even the little babe, which has a hand with the world of contention
Succor?
Likened to wishes in the speed of a kiss, the stone of unity we know
Caring a desirable, the finite fire of seclusion in a heard
Passion for the rest of us, the till of decency to remember a place to owe
Stone?
Minds of dismay, to skip the yet to be proven love
Of our harmony in heed, the coming seduction of war, I atone
For a reason above the land to find, the doldrum of where, is presumed hunger?
Skip?
Easy few, in the step and due, wealth of begetting other's
The memory of sincerity to confirm, the latest of many open sit's
Of justice in the breath of influences that make us mad, to openly bother
Step?
When of a smile with no recourse but to see to the politeness of wisdom
The premiere sign's of a wanting time, is a deduction in it's rift
The calm after the storm is so myriad, that some dictate the irony of sense, to come
Smile?
We made it didn't we?
The voice of interrelationship, so adjusted to the comeliness of sunshine
And the miracle of might, that poise is for all, to be...
Sunshine?
And a herald of the seeking house in the more, to liberate once many
Twice the own, of symbol's and aged letter's for the reach of destiny in its time
Thank you lover, for listening, the cause of tart either, for the stretch of any...
Sanity has taken it's course
Two, of a silent kind, love in a covenant
With sincere eye's and a liberty's mouth, never worse
Sanity?
First's and found hour's, to see the seldom in a raging eye
Hide and determine yourself, the prodigy of vanity
In the calm before the storm, we witness before the simplest of ide's
Simple?
Succor in tomb's of ancient borrow, the taint of redemption
Come to serve the sour reproach of misery, to understatedly quell...
Even the little babe, which has a hand with the world of contention
Succor?
Likened to wishes in the speed of a kiss, the stone of unity we know
Caring a desirable, the finite fire of seclusion in a heard
Passion for the rest of us, the till of decency to remember a place to owe
Stone?
Minds of dismay, to skip the yet to be proven love
Of our harmony in heed, the coming seduction of war, I atone
For a reason above the land to find, the doldrum of where, is presumed hunger?
Skip?
Easy few, in the step and due, wealth of begetting other's
The memory of sincerity to confirm, the latest of many open sit's
Of justice in the breath of influences that make us mad, to openly bother
Step?
When of a smile with no recourse but to see to the politeness of wisdom
The premiere sign's of a wanting time, is a deduction in it's rift
The calm after the storm is so myriad, that some dictate the irony of sense, to come
Smile?
We made it didn't we?
The voice of interrelationship, so adjusted to the comeliness of sunshine
And the miracle of might, that poise is for all, to be...
Sunshine?
And a herald of the seeking house in the more, to liberate once many
Twice the own, of symbol's and aged letter's for the reach of destiny in its time
Thank you lover, for listening, the cause of tart either, for the stretch of any...
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Snares And Bells Being Added To Have...
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