WINE AND GATES
Blinking, All Truer Idea's Said, Tastes Of Heaven?
Vintage, thoughts and delivery
Of a notion in left handed excel
Toward the sides of the horizon, love and humanity
Taken for a future worth every hatred in anxiety's hell?
Play the fool, and my kisses are somes and sweet...?
Tender to surive, the needs of mean's
Aspect and the legend of hippocracy
Met in the staid favor of my bless, a hope before heathen?
Truer to fail, than to be never loved at all...?
Sordid waste's of time, or courage in a fault, for deed and trying...?
Have and have not, the stir of recompense to choose, the merit in a fall...?
Sated frown's of justice, worth fair in soul, to weigh a divorce of lying...?
Hope is an eternal martyr...
Saying the chaste and irksome fate of ask's foretold
Is my many being, or first's to begin with compassion seen, as it occur
Is the name of origin's and their nativity, for a question of more, than life let's, well...
An eye of difference, so silent to the needs of other's
But sent to propriety, for the observance of care in the cycle's and fruition we select
To be a lover, the cost of fear and the supplanted tear of when to bother
The truth now a fool also?, for the significance of baring the half of imagination's, we reflect
An eye of defference, so quiet by the way
Of a blessing in deed, the security of mind's to openly had
The coming reach of composure without the misery of unique may
Comprehension and the until of the won't, found for the order of thing's, unity saved?
An eye of deliberation, so said come the day's heed...
Portion in your visiting and advice in your possession, of a world
To live at once, the gift's of friendship for the bespoken way we freed
A tongue of strength of reasons so cared for, that sense is a coming yearn, for another's regard
Angel's of decency, soul's said were the correction of simplicity's
Taken unrest and the mounting avarice of seldom, is our wisdom a beauty as whole?
The truth in a comparison of dread and dream's of youth to face, the rise of implicity
Came from the stirring might of mutuality, the rest of sincerity as a realm same, for love?
Of a notion in left handed excel
Toward the sides of the horizon, love and humanity
Taken for a future worth every hatred in anxiety's hell?
Play the fool, and my kisses are somes and sweet...?
Tender to surive, the needs of mean's
Aspect and the legend of hippocracy
Met in the staid favor of my bless, a hope before heathen?
Truer to fail, than to be never loved at all...?
Sordid waste's of time, or courage in a fault, for deed and trying...?
Have and have not, the stir of recompense to choose, the merit in a fall...?
Sated frown's of justice, worth fair in soul, to weigh a divorce of lying...?
Hope is an eternal martyr...
Saying the chaste and irksome fate of ask's foretold
Is my many being, or first's to begin with compassion seen, as it occur
Is the name of origin's and their nativity, for a question of more, than life let's, well...
An eye of difference, so silent to the needs of other's
But sent to propriety, for the observance of care in the cycle's and fruition we select
To be a lover, the cost of fear and the supplanted tear of when to bother
The truth now a fool also?, for the significance of baring the half of imagination's, we reflect
An eye of defference, so quiet by the way
Of a blessing in deed, the security of mind's to openly had
The coming reach of composure without the misery of unique may
Comprehension and the until of the won't, found for the order of thing's, unity saved?
An eye of deliberation, so said come the day's heed...
Portion in your visiting and advice in your possession, of a world
To live at once, the gift's of friendship for the bespoken way we freed
A tongue of strength of reasons so cared for, that sense is a coming yearn, for another's regard
Angel's of decency, soul's said were the correction of simplicity's
Taken unrest and the mounting avarice of seldom, is our wisdom a beauty as whole?
The truth in a comparison of dread and dream's of youth to face, the rise of implicity
Came from the stirring might of mutuality, the rest of sincerity as a realm same, for love?
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Blinking, All Truer Idea`s Said, Tastes Of Heaven?
Blinking, All Truer Idea`s Said, Tastes Of Heaven?
