WINE AND GATES
Love At All Couth's, Makes A Heart Beautiful?
Curiosity aboard tomorrow's ship, myth's?
Welcoming the nuance of the rise and fall of water's
So seen, and meant with a gage of your's, mine and our whit's
Can a sense of purpose here, be the seed of when to seek southern...
Pass with us, the climate of observance that came
With the eye's of joviality and the mind to refrain from sulking?
That comes when a house on the sea, is a waiting deed, shame?
Like the passage of a bird in heaven to tell the time, we remember God's walking...
To and fro, upon the land of justice and its rage, hysteria
Come at us again, say they, the patience of moment's until we collect
A dew of vale's and cloud's of mountain's, simple in the rich way we fair
For other's in kind and ilk, the shape of today for a dream we reflect...?
My name is mendacity, but the liberty of which I speak...
Is certainly the hidden eye of youth, made from the brass of my soul
Has the uncommon valor of simplicity, been set in motion, the paces of reach?
And a hatful of disdain, which we have heard, cry for the respect of voice?
Know news is good tiding's?
Hilarity to vent a stare at a going fear, is an arranged heart with it to fend for?
Passion in the miles until witnesses see the courage of ought, we know is lying?
Can the moment of sincerity be the coming and going, of yearned for bell's and whistle's?
Answer the angel sitting on your shoulder...
The taint of repose and possibility, has more than a milk of human kindness
To its beleagured breath and dread of hurry's that come to wisdom for act's older
Of the waiting game we now see, is a relative, a finite future in lore, and a stoic madness...
Why, the tears of space and grace, to find the commotion of predilection saved?
Even in the course of a bystander, the world will come to judge, the season of life
For a rational of charisma and here to fore, the lip's of urbanity come for naieve...
Pretty, petty and or pity; your kisses have the taste of a hugged strife
Lucre, and the smile of a redoubtable friend to seek, your intention's in wonder's pie
Insurrection in the naked wish of your shadow, the tale of unity to sides of sweetness
Vanity and it's strength in the norm, to serve the notion of misery another clue to your why
Is death the bold and your smile of it, a brasher finish to the worth we came to bless?
Who is that smile you stole, for an iota of passion?
We seek your very life, for a sanctity in reality and god - given intuition
Made from the pout of your future, divided across the history of tradition
We expect an earthen glance at your jewelry, to be a fly in the ointment and silence, again?
Welcoming the nuance of the rise and fall of water's
So seen, and meant with a gage of your's, mine and our whit's
Can a sense of purpose here, be the seed of when to seek southern...
Pass with us, the climate of observance that came
With the eye's of joviality and the mind to refrain from sulking?
That comes when a house on the sea, is a waiting deed, shame?
Like the passage of a bird in heaven to tell the time, we remember God's walking...
To and fro, upon the land of justice and its rage, hysteria
Come at us again, say they, the patience of moment's until we collect
A dew of vale's and cloud's of mountain's, simple in the rich way we fair
For other's in kind and ilk, the shape of today for a dream we reflect...?
My name is mendacity, but the liberty of which I speak...
Is certainly the hidden eye of youth, made from the brass of my soul
Has the uncommon valor of simplicity, been set in motion, the paces of reach?
And a hatful of disdain, which we have heard, cry for the respect of voice?
Know news is good tiding's?
Hilarity to vent a stare at a going fear, is an arranged heart with it to fend for?
Passion in the miles until witnesses see the courage of ought, we know is lying?
Can the moment of sincerity be the coming and going, of yearned for bell's and whistle's?
Answer the angel sitting on your shoulder...
The taint of repose and possibility, has more than a milk of human kindness
To its beleagured breath and dread of hurry's that come to wisdom for act's older
Of the waiting game we now see, is a relative, a finite future in lore, and a stoic madness...
Why, the tears of space and grace, to find the commotion of predilection saved?
Even in the course of a bystander, the world will come to judge, the season of life
For a rational of charisma and here to fore, the lip's of urbanity come for naieve...
Pretty, petty and or pity; your kisses have the taste of a hugged strife
Lucre, and the smile of a redoubtable friend to seek, your intention's in wonder's pie
Insurrection in the naked wish of your shadow, the tale of unity to sides of sweetness
Vanity and it's strength in the norm, to serve the notion of misery another clue to your why
Is death the bold and your smile of it, a brasher finish to the worth we came to bless?
Who is that smile you stole, for an iota of passion?
We seek your very life, for a sanctity in reality and god - given intuition
Made from the pout of your future, divided across the history of tradition
We expect an earthen glance at your jewelry, to be a fly in the ointment and silence, again?
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Love At All Couth`s, Makes A Heart Beautiful?
Love At All Couth`s, Makes A Heart Beautiful?