WINE AND GATES
Do Lives Worth Almost Offered, Matter?
Compare me to you...
Withheld dances and hour's until deed's
Are a word to the wise, a handful of clues
Made from bared ghost's and same come, the lucre we lead
Impression of firey repose
The dulcimer voice of renown, to simplify the anon
In the admonished heart, we see the collection of those
Become the redoubt of sincerer thought, for the gladness of tiding's longed for
Weal to select its heel, for a reason unknown
But the collusion of voice, to search far and wide
For the causes we adore, the glamor of deed's vintage sewn
To the quick, are we ready for a laugh, when all else was snide?
Taken with a certain, aplomb
The toll of evening bell's we proved are days illustrious
Have come to roost, if not even visit the kind come
Of our patiences, the ripeness of a tender fruit, in the eaves of opus
Do we eat?
We would be a fool not to, our choices of freedom over the fairness of copious courages
That come to notting hindrance, with the seldom seen life of sedition to beat
The incoming race and house of intimacy, we know can be, the eternity of what silence faces
Truer to our open design, for candor to work in the yearning
We aspire to, the language of love and merit of hatred
Is a waiting have and have note, oft the redemption of will's we seem to know, earning
Like the reasons of fortitude in the mar of solemn measure, we see the lover's of can, lead?
Take of a tale on this side of liberty, the taste of exaction of a fate
The wealth we despised, once, for a regret in the can't of obvious make, a sense orchestrated
A heralded court of substance and it's worth, by the reality of instinct, and to some, sate
In the mind of other's, letting the common be soon, and the hap, become the shared ask, of late
Promises with fickle bottom's will be promises once, forth
The places and destiny of an outright change of seasons of temperance, seen
Couldn't, the notion of desperation and the infancy of modesty, for seclusion and its work
Made from gift's of absolution and inner most desire's of all, we have as one, claim meaning?
Withheld dances and hour's until deed's
Are a word to the wise, a handful of clues
Made from bared ghost's and same come, the lucre we lead
Impression of firey repose
The dulcimer voice of renown, to simplify the anon
In the admonished heart, we see the collection of those
Become the redoubt of sincerer thought, for the gladness of tiding's longed for
Weal to select its heel, for a reason unknown
But the collusion of voice, to search far and wide
For the causes we adore, the glamor of deed's vintage sewn
To the quick, are we ready for a laugh, when all else was snide?
Taken with a certain, aplomb
The toll of evening bell's we proved are days illustrious
Have come to roost, if not even visit the kind come
Of our patiences, the ripeness of a tender fruit, in the eaves of opus
Do we eat?
We would be a fool not to, our choices of freedom over the fairness of copious courages
That come to notting hindrance, with the seldom seen life of sedition to beat
The incoming race and house of intimacy, we know can be, the eternity of what silence faces
Truer to our open design, for candor to work in the yearning
We aspire to, the language of love and merit of hatred
Is a waiting have and have note, oft the redemption of will's we seem to know, earning
Like the reasons of fortitude in the mar of solemn measure, we see the lover's of can, lead?
Take of a tale on this side of liberty, the taste of exaction of a fate
The wealth we despised, once, for a regret in the can't of obvious make, a sense orchestrated
A heralded court of substance and it's worth, by the reality of instinct, and to some, sate
In the mind of other's, letting the common be soon, and the hap, become the shared ask, of late
Promises with fickle bottom's will be promises once, forth
The places and destiny of an outright change of seasons of temperance, seen
Couldn't, the notion of desperation and the infancy of modesty, for seclusion and its work
Made from gift's of absolution and inner most desire's of all, we have as one, claim meaning?
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Do Lives Worth Almost Offered, Matter?
Do Lives Worth Almost Offered, Matter?
