WINE AND GATES
Do Day's Coming And Going Owe, Me Simplicity?
Hours to ourselves
With thirst as a language of covenant's
Spurilous voices, to take the form of seem
And to a whale of a chance, that saw the irony of the land...
Is a mean's in the wind for any to borrow?
Came to shame, with a sordid eye was me, but can a day have it's kind?
When we are the mire and adding fire, we see so remotely in could...
With the blank eye's of dawn, the torrid swallow of dismay, if not a dread's rhyme?
Held foremost, and learning the backwards
We see the climb of urge's, become the hex of union's
In simple convention, and the irony of a new sun, the head of horror's
To communicate a seemly few, of paces of restitution in form's, we can't understand...
Except to soul the moon, somewhere deep over the sea...
Still praying for aim, and the adding sore, tissue
In the many admired, for a salty wrinkle in time, to be
The beloved smile of dreams saved, for a new clarity in truth's beauty...?
Want to kill a mermaid? now isn't the time, shoulder's to climb...
Proud of a ship vanishing before the world has a clue? paces of hope know the travail
Of a man with gaiety for a light, and a whole etc.? made of the savior's of crime
Taken with the pulse of demand's and absentia? when the more in our view, is wisdom, to fail...
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush?
Skill's of the youth we defend as a hardship of notorious way, is all and a sign
Of possible lie's and curses to the extant, of a society with madness to hush
With but that isle of circumstance, you think so important, I know the complication of why
People, people, surrounded by green and purple
Told to ask, the mered and the dear, to show for a universe's key
Will we save the waiting morrow, or is a loving behalf, our only way to set sail
Over the they of you, when all else is a rag with stone's savior, to know a lead...
With thirst as a language of covenant's
Spurilous voices, to take the form of seem
And to a whale of a chance, that saw the irony of the land...
Is a mean's in the wind for any to borrow?
Came to shame, with a sordid eye was me, but can a day have it's kind?
When we are the mire and adding fire, we see so remotely in could...
With the blank eye's of dawn, the torrid swallow of dismay, if not a dread's rhyme?
Held foremost, and learning the backwards
We see the climb of urge's, become the hex of union's
In simple convention, and the irony of a new sun, the head of horror's
To communicate a seemly few, of paces of restitution in form's, we can't understand...
Except to soul the moon, somewhere deep over the sea...
Still praying for aim, and the adding sore, tissue
In the many admired, for a salty wrinkle in time, to be
The beloved smile of dreams saved, for a new clarity in truth's beauty...?
Want to kill a mermaid? now isn't the time, shoulder's to climb...
Proud of a ship vanishing before the world has a clue? paces of hope know the travail
Of a man with gaiety for a light, and a whole etc.? made of the savior's of crime
Taken with the pulse of demand's and absentia? when the more in our view, is wisdom, to fail...
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush?
Skill's of the youth we defend as a hardship of notorious way, is all and a sign
Of possible lie's and curses to the extant, of a society with madness to hush
With but that isle of circumstance, you think so important, I know the complication of why
People, people, surrounded by green and purple
Told to ask, the mered and the dear, to show for a universe's key
Will we save the waiting morrow, or is a loving behalf, our only way to set sail
Over the they of you, when all else is a rag with stone's savior, to know a lead...
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Do Day`s Coming And Going Owe, Me Simplicity?
Do Day`s Coming And Going Owe, Me Simplicity?