WINE AND GATES
Pace And Saner Tomorrow, To Insight Made Early
Terror I can afford...?
Season's of wealth I sate with a relate
Future hope in leagues of dismay, heathen word's
To my pride's silence, for a friendship that winks at fate...
Such a milestone of curiosity...
Know new passages of travail, the tone of our voice's kindred...?
To welcome the patient hour's until a baby is born, virtuosity
Taken for a realm of furious simplicity, all know the promises of a new bed of concern?
Of roses and the sense to live for another
Regret is a fickle name, taken to honor savior's wage's
For a walk with shame today, and tonight the world to bother
A new face of conscience's true and should, we deliberate a courage?
Tasty, the daring of another smile, in the mores I claim are a shadow of content
To witness but the complacency of unrest, I know I can find, with a calm
Taken for sakes and the risen rue, of composure we all know, is the irony of relent
To wish in open air's, the memory of compromise, is a food for the mind, and salt?
Hasty, the purpose behind a collusion in sight, that says the works of angel's
Total indigency versus the nod of here and after, the call of per, knew life...
From the handiness of me, and the worth of a completion of sin, as a life well's
In the arm's of another, to simplify the condition of silence I made, for ages strife
Sassy, committed to anguish and verve, to keep a knowing stare...
That has seen the pallid refrain of mutual sense, for a hand so nimble, it form's
The very words of destiny in my heart, to seem a little more than watched and fair
Comprised of actual loveliness? and the sincerity of gain's, we see the rue of coming sources
Nasty, we deserve the powers that begin with ascertained moment's
Like the back of our hand, the toil to breathe and be, the common health
Of a helping ghost of a chance, and its needy name, which some think is a lucre in irk's sense
Tart or tragic, with a memory for me in tow, the bread and wine of cessation, is as if, stealth
Terror has come and gone
Truth is a labor of love, I can't afford without responsibility
Tender to the eye's we share, isn't and wisdom, the moment of culture to give, one
Taken for future weal, we have the patience of emotionality's hunger, for a crush of liberty's
Season's of wealth I sate with a relate
Future hope in leagues of dismay, heathen word's
To my pride's silence, for a friendship that winks at fate...
Such a milestone of curiosity...
Know new passages of travail, the tone of our voice's kindred...?
To welcome the patient hour's until a baby is born, virtuosity
Taken for a realm of furious simplicity, all know the promises of a new bed of concern?
Of roses and the sense to live for another
Regret is a fickle name, taken to honor savior's wage's
For a walk with shame today, and tonight the world to bother
A new face of conscience's true and should, we deliberate a courage?
Tasty, the daring of another smile, in the mores I claim are a shadow of content
To witness but the complacency of unrest, I know I can find, with a calm
Taken for sakes and the risen rue, of composure we all know, is the irony of relent
To wish in open air's, the memory of compromise, is a food for the mind, and salt?
Hasty, the purpose behind a collusion in sight, that says the works of angel's
Total indigency versus the nod of here and after, the call of per, knew life...
From the handiness of me, and the worth of a completion of sin, as a life well's
In the arm's of another, to simplify the condition of silence I made, for ages strife
Sassy, committed to anguish and verve, to keep a knowing stare...
That has seen the pallid refrain of mutual sense, for a hand so nimble, it form's
The very words of destiny in my heart, to seem a little more than watched and fair
Comprised of actual loveliness? and the sincerity of gain's, we see the rue of coming sources
Nasty, we deserve the powers that begin with ascertained moment's
Like the back of our hand, the toil to breathe and be, the common health
Of a helping ghost of a chance, and its needy name, which some think is a lucre in irk's sense
Tart or tragic, with a memory for me in tow, the bread and wine of cessation, is as if, stealth
Terror has come and gone
Truth is a labor of love, I can't afford without responsibility
Tender to the eye's we share, isn't and wisdom, the moment of culture to give, one
Taken for future weal, we have the patience of emotionality's hunger, for a crush of liberty's
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Pace And Saner Tomorrow, To Insight Made Early
Pace And Saner Tomorrow, To Insight Made Early
