WINE AND GATES
Look Before Leap, Leap Become Stir, Stir Because Love
Like wise, I'm certain
Despise a havoc, for doldrum or may
Compare destiny, to asking the serve
Patience with a dour have, the opinion of said
Churches of thought, to skip and play
Today is our birthday, the same house as yesteryear...
Distance to our friend's, the trait of exception to a sun's ray
Looking among paradise for a mutual ourselves to here
West with anyhow
Somewhere the breath of fairer semblance
Condition in a wholer worth, the still of now
Cares of foremost allowance, if not the right of meeting guidance
Measure me often, for a song in the day
As of a limit of strength, was my carnal knowledge
Regret and the stone of simplicity, asked if any hope to fate
Has the share of heed, vice and solace in mind, for a walk with gift's of society's rage
Push, need and soul
Together we are the succinct tow, of candor in view
Till the shame of unity for a kindly gesture, is a waiting hour for old
Taint and the terror of a new voice, to remember the choices of calm and rued...
Love, and the miles until shame has its key...?
Toward the somber admire, of liberty to come for the same, of yearning bold
In the stir of homage which we say, is a rule of thumb to deserve its heed
The bout of forms and the question of norms, is a heart to yonder more
Hip and haven't
The reasons of reality to finish its meal with a family of uniqueness
Saved for the angel of mere, that knows the presence of mind, that deliver's heaven
To my door step, where one kiss out of order, is a purpose under the nature of good bless
Life without the smile of another...
Promise and a head for fun, that comes at the price of one
Where the tale is twain, and the sight of sense adjusted to the winds of change, to bother
The notion of same, with a name for shadows that never come, except to this resilient song
Despise a havoc, for doldrum or may
Compare destiny, to asking the serve
Patience with a dour have, the opinion of said
Churches of thought, to skip and play
Today is our birthday, the same house as yesteryear...
Distance to our friend's, the trait of exception to a sun's ray
Looking among paradise for a mutual ourselves to here
West with anyhow
Somewhere the breath of fairer semblance
Condition in a wholer worth, the still of now
Cares of foremost allowance, if not the right of meeting guidance
Measure me often, for a song in the day
As of a limit of strength, was my carnal knowledge
Regret and the stone of simplicity, asked if any hope to fate
Has the share of heed, vice and solace in mind, for a walk with gift's of society's rage
Push, need and soul
Together we are the succinct tow, of candor in view
Till the shame of unity for a kindly gesture, is a waiting hour for old
Taint and the terror of a new voice, to remember the choices of calm and rued...
Love, and the miles until shame has its key...?
Toward the somber admire, of liberty to come for the same, of yearning bold
In the stir of homage which we say, is a rule of thumb to deserve its heed
The bout of forms and the question of norms, is a heart to yonder more
Hip and haven't
The reasons of reality to finish its meal with a family of uniqueness
Saved for the angel of mere, that knows the presence of mind, that deliver's heaven
To my door step, where one kiss out of order, is a purpose under the nature of good bless
Life without the smile of another...
Promise and a head for fun, that comes at the price of one
Where the tale is twain, and the sight of sense adjusted to the winds of change, to bother
The notion of same, with a name for shadows that never come, except to this resilient song
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Look Before Leap, Leap Become Stir, Stir Because Love
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