WINE AND GATES
Droll Smiles, Thought Once Abstract...
Since we are...
Mind's that accept the warmth...
Of another's company, and a life afar...
Is for any and all idea of another...?
The time of day, with its ups and downs
Set to moment's with a care for each
Of a samenss in joy, we know can be found
In ought and precept, laid to ends to see
Open eyes worth not, and live in its inception
Do they make the world see itself, in another's light?
Temperance and its share, to quiet the guidance, since completion
Of a hardship of deed's, that come, for the wisdom of might?
Showing the fair, in habit's old
Well to save, the realm of another soul
Beckoning a stranger vice, to the table of role's
We need your influence's, like a breath without goal's...
Preperation, for the saving grace, known only as a heart
Taken with the misogyny of the day
Toward or fearfully kinding, the trace future of when and are
Knowing only the dread we see, make itself go away...
Life with a strength, no, a unity's song
For the reach of sense in our wishes, truer to yearn
By the way of seldom, more passionate than a hatred has a right, considered lived and wronged
If but the lies of other's, the toil of vehemence in our seem, and earn
Shame we found, so deep and committed, to anything but here
Continuation of a driven virtue, if anything but a maddened occur
With baring for beauty and sanity for a friend, where is the face of can and cure?
Seeing the worth of nothing asked if homes are our reward, only the candid can tell if it, were
Mind's that accept the warmth...
Of another's company, and a life afar...
Is for any and all idea of another...?
The time of day, with its ups and downs
Set to moment's with a care for each
Of a samenss in joy, we know can be found
In ought and precept, laid to ends to see
Open eyes worth not, and live in its inception
Do they make the world see itself, in another's light?
Temperance and its share, to quiet the guidance, since completion
Of a hardship of deed's, that come, for the wisdom of might?
Showing the fair, in habit's old
Well to save, the realm of another soul
Beckoning a stranger vice, to the table of role's
We need your influence's, like a breath without goal's...
Preperation, for the saving grace, known only as a heart
Taken with the misogyny of the day
Toward or fearfully kinding, the trace future of when and are
Knowing only the dread we see, make itself go away...
Life with a strength, no, a unity's song
For the reach of sense in our wishes, truer to yearn
By the way of seldom, more passionate than a hatred has a right, considered lived and wronged
If but the lies of other's, the toil of vehemence in our seem, and earn
Shame we found, so deep and committed, to anything but here
Continuation of a driven virtue, if anything but a maddened occur
With baring for beauty and sanity for a friend, where is the face of can and cure?
Seeing the worth of nothing asked if homes are our reward, only the candid can tell if it, were
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Droll Smiles, Thought Once Abstract...
Droll Smiles, Thought Once Abstract...