WINE AND GATES
Link's With The Past, Presence, And Friction (Naivete?)
Burden so sound, bound so certain?
Let to right, ourselves
The waking hour, we will know, a heart's pound
The lore of a somber note, is love for risk's wealth?
Clay and a knuckle we never saw...
Tissues in your iced tea, the rue of undue might...
Well to do, fish to feed, the count of ear's to look, could
The greatness of a storm before the lightning, have the sense to live in the light?
Early to rise, and late to martyr
Nobody has seen the clash of hope in your coming house?
Lift and select your more, the creation of a pipe from the world
Is our's to choose, the needs of complexity for a lucre, we should at now's...
Pretty bird, with a song on its lip
Today is your mention in my little book, taken for a song that rhymed
Nowhere and heard fast, the question on everybody's whit
Is my name so famous, I don't know spite the day you found me, like a treasure found crying...
Penny's and cigarette's know a lover in the smile I offer
The want and the many to affront, the smell of your foot
Where no man has ever gone blind, except in dread, the walls of a prophet...
Have come and gone, and I see you, make the song appear to soul's that youth
Agree and disagree, and the light of other's, to work for hearing...
The strength I know you stole, for a sleepy head and heaven to worth an eye
Truer to these, we will know the point of your's, to claim the wish we are fearing
You made for a laugh, and one day, maybe a whole dream on the behalf of all, to never sigh
Lover, are we made for each other?
Presumed the committal of another ideology, somewhere the march of time with a figurative clue
The words we love, and don as a herald of another angry flower, in the yearning to bother
And to a realm of solace we few and drive, to the legend of misery, for paces we do...
Lover, are we made, for each other?
Saved from the pining mass, we collect for a nuance in the duress we have seen
The lot of lucre and the sought of a soldier, is but the counting and fascination of rather
A moment in your shadow is like a whole sense, for a callous soul with a day, meant lean...
Let to right, ourselves
The waking hour, we will know, a heart's pound
The lore of a somber note, is love for risk's wealth?
Clay and a knuckle we never saw...
Tissues in your iced tea, the rue of undue might...
Well to do, fish to feed, the count of ear's to look, could
The greatness of a storm before the lightning, have the sense to live in the light?
Early to rise, and late to martyr
Nobody has seen the clash of hope in your coming house?
Lift and select your more, the creation of a pipe from the world
Is our's to choose, the needs of complexity for a lucre, we should at now's...
Pretty bird, with a song on its lip
Today is your mention in my little book, taken for a song that rhymed
Nowhere and heard fast, the question on everybody's whit
Is my name so famous, I don't know spite the day you found me, like a treasure found crying...
Penny's and cigarette's know a lover in the smile I offer
The want and the many to affront, the smell of your foot
Where no man has ever gone blind, except in dread, the walls of a prophet...
Have come and gone, and I see you, make the song appear to soul's that youth
Agree and disagree, and the light of other's, to work for hearing...
The strength I know you stole, for a sleepy head and heaven to worth an eye
Truer to these, we will know the point of your's, to claim the wish we are fearing
You made for a laugh, and one day, maybe a whole dream on the behalf of all, to never sigh
Lover, are we made for each other?
Presumed the committal of another ideology, somewhere the march of time with a figurative clue
The words we love, and don as a herald of another angry flower, in the yearning to bother
And to a realm of solace we few and drive, to the legend of misery, for paces we do...
Lover, are we made, for each other?
Saved from the pining mass, we collect for a nuance in the duress we have seen
The lot of lucre and the sought of a soldier, is but the counting and fascination of rather
A moment in your shadow is like a whole sense, for a callous soul with a day, meant lean...
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Link`s With The Past, Presence, And Friction (Naivete?)
Link`s With The Past, Presence, And Friction (Naivete?)
