WINE AND GATES
Freedom To Say, "Personally, I Don't Give A Damn"
Language, in the grasp of babies
Salt, toward the silence we adore
Finish and introspect, the headiness of each's
Time with a callous sight, sense from the vicinity of worth
Paces of massive decency, to arrive and a tendered notion
The taste in a clash, the haste of assurance to serve
The notion of common heed, to a welling ask for portion
Truer by the silence we redeem as a gift, the persuasion of occur...
Yawn's and smile, and little kisses, in that order?
Side's of dream's and the mean's to a wishing bell
That has seen the cope in a shadow, to be the imagination of presence of work's
Like the stare of unusual live, and the dread of wisdom to clarify a how, even so little
Moment to say, the truth in a passion for the all of us, winding
Along the justice of roads and homes to future willingness
In the spareness of dearness found, the erudite voice to live for giving
The waiting and heeded few, a special liberation of sharing the blessing...
When and worth, the demands of other's to survive the coming appearance
Of solace in the name of yearning, learned with a promise and a handy hope
The walking tragedy of death, with mere's and mire's of morrow's caring for meagerness
Till we are the allegiance of joy's love, in the heart of simplicity to live, for choice...
Salt, toward the silence we adore
Finish and introspect, the headiness of each's
Time with a callous sight, sense from the vicinity of worth
Paces of massive decency, to arrive and a tendered notion
The taste in a clash, the haste of assurance to serve
The notion of common heed, to a welling ask for portion
Truer by the silence we redeem as a gift, the persuasion of occur...
Yawn's and smile, and little kisses, in that order?
Side's of dream's and the mean's to a wishing bell
That has seen the cope in a shadow, to be the imagination of presence of work's
Like the stare of unusual live, and the dread of wisdom to clarify a how, even so little
Moment to say, the truth in a passion for the all of us, winding
Along the justice of roads and homes to future willingness
In the spareness of dearness found, the erudite voice to live for giving
The waiting and heeded few, a special liberation of sharing the blessing...
When and worth, the demands of other's to survive the coming appearance
Of solace in the name of yearning, learned with a promise and a handy hope
The walking tragedy of death, with mere's and mire's of morrow's caring for meagerness
Till we are the allegiance of joy's love, in the heart of simplicity to live, for choice...
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Freedom To Say, `Personally, I Don`t Give A Damn`
Freedom To Say, `Personally, I Don`t Give A Damn`
