WINE AND GATES
Presumption In Grey, Living At Truer Idea's Need?
Instinct in an availing light
Time with a poor eye, for you...
Severance in love, with your might
Still a gift of uncertainty, that is a shame's could
Boding the behalf of service to moment's without
The tale of unique poise to differ, we are the timid
Knowing each other, like we do, the persuasion of a pout
Limit's in our grasp, to keep a future worth lore hid?
Kindred smell like an evil house?
Halt in the gaiety of season's, wear's thin for a suggestion?
Till in view, we keep an accord to liberate the heart of thou?
Came, in the slightness of commit, to each other's inclination?
Is it me, or is this your mother?
Where with all, and the rhyme of destiny
In reach and seek of decency, for a friend to bother
Well in the caring and fast, placement of charge that can, the humanity?
Seem's mom, knows a thing or two more than you
Well to deem the passion involved, in the coming honor of redoubt
Has a lingering word with me, the cleverness of potential instinct, behooved
When we see, the paces of charisma come of age, the silence of freedom, is now...?
Your mom want to beat you up?
Shouldn't; notice the shoe of conscience resolved
To word the semblance of a guarantee that keeps you for love
Fresh from the shadows, we know your selection for worth, the pact of need to absolve
Here is your blessing...
Time and issues to form, the nuance of cordial live, the work of fate
Is a relationship, with youth, to call upon the faculty of rarified history
That has play for mind, may for hind, and hey for the yearning of sates
How, was a question to the wise...
Are we sincere enough to deliberate avidnesses treasure, the wisdom of the wind
In hard spaces and fairing caste's of realm to consider the here, we devise
For compelling habit's, that rage, "Are we the one or the many, including the right's of kinds?"
Your childhood?
Or the warranted exception of another, to see to the relationship with fury in real
Adage and consequence, that has the nature to see the sense in what is good
Hell, is no place for a truth to commit, as the culture of poise is, a fear to heal...
Gifts of tell tale rises and fall's of comparison, that has you in mind
When a ship sail's for the reality of consideration, the tooth of remembering
Times with and without presence of mind, is but a callous here and now to unwind
The story of mutuality of a promise, to the notion of sense, we make for heart's wandering...
Time with a poor eye, for you...
Severance in love, with your might
Still a gift of uncertainty, that is a shame's could
Boding the behalf of service to moment's without
The tale of unique poise to differ, we are the timid
Knowing each other, like we do, the persuasion of a pout
Limit's in our grasp, to keep a future worth lore hid?
Kindred smell like an evil house?
Halt in the gaiety of season's, wear's thin for a suggestion?
Till in view, we keep an accord to liberate the heart of thou?
Came, in the slightness of commit, to each other's inclination?
Is it me, or is this your mother?
Where with all, and the rhyme of destiny
In reach and seek of decency, for a friend to bother
Well in the caring and fast, placement of charge that can, the humanity?
Seem's mom, knows a thing or two more than you
Well to deem the passion involved, in the coming honor of redoubt
Has a lingering word with me, the cleverness of potential instinct, behooved
When we see, the paces of charisma come of age, the silence of freedom, is now...?
Your mom want to beat you up?
Shouldn't; notice the shoe of conscience resolved
To word the semblance of a guarantee that keeps you for love
Fresh from the shadows, we know your selection for worth, the pact of need to absolve
Here is your blessing...
Time and issues to form, the nuance of cordial live, the work of fate
Is a relationship, with youth, to call upon the faculty of rarified history
That has play for mind, may for hind, and hey for the yearning of sates
How, was a question to the wise...
Are we sincere enough to deliberate avidnesses treasure, the wisdom of the wind
In hard spaces and fairing caste's of realm to consider the here, we devise
For compelling habit's, that rage, "Are we the one or the many, including the right's of kinds?"
Your childhood?
Or the warranted exception of another, to see to the relationship with fury in real
Adage and consequence, that has the nature to see the sense in what is good
Hell, is no place for a truth to commit, as the culture of poise is, a fear to heal...
Gifts of tell tale rises and fall's of comparison, that has you in mind
When a ship sail's for the reality of consideration, the tooth of remembering
Times with and without presence of mind, is but a callous here and now to unwind
The story of mutuality of a promise, to the notion of sense, we make for heart's wandering...
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Presumption In Grey, Living At Truer Idea`s Need?
Presumption In Grey, Living At Truer Idea`s Need?
