WINE AND GATES
Society At Large, Vexes A Truer Instinct Owed Need?
In the tone
Of voice we recognize as a heard shyness to attest...
The tale of simplicity is a form to curiosity owed
By the senses we admire, for a guard of heed, to the quick of best's
In the one
We see as the many come to understanding
Them and rises of rich habit, to liberate kind come?
Sincerely yours, or so the story goes, a salt of a chance with a whim
In the on
Pale comparison and the virtue of knowing have, the stir of levity
Been the courage to half, the committal of required all and might all along
The power's that be, see the coping house of same, we know a care to deem, with humanity?
In the no
Silent approval of a course and halt of worse, the conscience to begin
The paces of resounding hue, to the eye of similarity to wishes that give owe
A try of dismay and the same oft due, to see the wealth of moment's, that comes for lead
In the now
Worth every penny ever spent, the tact of illucidation for us
Has become the shroud of decency in felt ways, the bout and the tread of allow
Where one step forward, makes arms to come around, the place and panic of beginning thus
In the won
Speed and the advice of companionship, have the scent of carnal frustration, with anger in tow
Meant with strength and honor to find, the scope of haste, that is owed a bared cunning
With the may as a shall and eventual soundness, of continued misery that compares fresh to avow?
In the wind
Aspect to serve, a caring behalf of seclusion in hardship and forces that vye
Prepared to seem a little wiser than the our of word's, the voice of heed's origin
Is the world at large, to keep a pride from the fire, and work of commonness, a friend on high?
In the mind
We sought for causes and harrow fewing, the tow of uniqueness is a waiting egis relent
To such and the world of much, the courses of reason to avidly help a relationship kinder
By bared sense of declaration as hope, is a furthering hill of a chance, it's identity?
Of voice we recognize as a heard shyness to attest...
The tale of simplicity is a form to curiosity owed
By the senses we admire, for a guard of heed, to the quick of best's
In the one
We see as the many come to understanding
Them and rises of rich habit, to liberate kind come?
Sincerely yours, or so the story goes, a salt of a chance with a whim
In the on
Pale comparison and the virtue of knowing have, the stir of levity
Been the courage to half, the committal of required all and might all along
The power's that be, see the coping house of same, we know a care to deem, with humanity?
In the no
Silent approval of a course and halt of worse, the conscience to begin
The paces of resounding hue, to the eye of similarity to wishes that give owe
A try of dismay and the same oft due, to see the wealth of moment's, that comes for lead
In the now
Worth every penny ever spent, the tact of illucidation for us
Has become the shroud of decency in felt ways, the bout and the tread of allow
Where one step forward, makes arms to come around, the place and panic of beginning thus
In the won
Speed and the advice of companionship, have the scent of carnal frustration, with anger in tow
Meant with strength and honor to find, the scope of haste, that is owed a bared cunning
With the may as a shall and eventual soundness, of continued misery that compares fresh to avow?
In the wind
Aspect to serve, a caring behalf of seclusion in hardship and forces that vye
Prepared to seem a little wiser than the our of word's, the voice of heed's origin
Is the world at large, to keep a pride from the fire, and work of commonness, a friend on high?
In the mind
We sought for causes and harrow fewing, the tow of uniqueness is a waiting egis relent
To such and the world of much, the courses of reason to avidly help a relationship kinder
By bared sense of declaration as hope, is a furthering hill of a chance, it's identity?
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Society At Large, Vexes A Truer Instinct Owed Need?
Society At Large, Vexes A Truer Instinct Owed Need?
