WINE AND GATES
Will Prejudice Little Sigh's And City Light's...?
Mention me to a song
Heard in the foreground of a sight so passionate
That death and the fulfilment of courage, is awake and strong
Sincere to myself, and counting the days until heaven sates
Walk and sing, the sanity of me
Worth in a nut shell, the saved grace of simplicity
In a heart so fond, of liberty to kind, the energy
Of our step, and harrowed might it took, to know a propriety
Dance where someone else, can see
The solemn tools of redress to seem, the actual lip
Of senses we deem forth, to a possibility
Of conscience in a set dream, that now moves with our whit's
Run in the range, of voices that know the obscure
Ways and tiding's that make me your hour of friend's
Tales of remembering the cold and shared today, to seek a new fury
Of seldom seen many, come the places and harmony, of a heart to send
Compassion with a foot note
Common to the day's form and sort's, known once more the silence we approach
For a care in the battle of any, the solace and the journey of mire's, so coping
With anger, that a bared eye, is no place to wish upon the star of misbegiving host's...
Antipathy and the right to say, a friend is more than a heel to know the way there
Space and triumph in its many forms, taken to cause for a needy live, and its odds
Made from the hands of gift's and liberty to mean its woe's, a humanity so fair
Shrewd whistles we can never imagine without the vice of people, where one expect's, laws
Heard in the foreground of a sight so passionate
That death and the fulfilment of courage, is awake and strong
Sincere to myself, and counting the days until heaven sates
Walk and sing, the sanity of me
Worth in a nut shell, the saved grace of simplicity
In a heart so fond, of liberty to kind, the energy
Of our step, and harrowed might it took, to know a propriety
Dance where someone else, can see
The solemn tools of redress to seem, the actual lip
Of senses we deem forth, to a possibility
Of conscience in a set dream, that now moves with our whit's
Run in the range, of voices that know the obscure
Ways and tiding's that make me your hour of friend's
Tales of remembering the cold and shared today, to seek a new fury
Of seldom seen many, come the places and harmony, of a heart to send
Compassion with a foot note
Common to the day's form and sort's, known once more the silence we approach
For a care in the battle of any, the solace and the journey of mire's, so coping
With anger, that a bared eye, is no place to wish upon the star of misbegiving host's...
Antipathy and the right to say, a friend is more than a heel to know the way there
Space and triumph in its many forms, taken to cause for a needy live, and its odds
Made from the hands of gift's and liberty to mean its woe's, a humanity so fair
Shrewd whistles we can never imagine without the vice of people, where one expect's, laws
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Will Prejudice Little Sigh`s And City Light`s...?
Will Prejudice Little Sigh`s And City Light`s...?