WINE AND GATES
Could Living With Neighbor's, Call The Times Fickle?
Penny perchance
Ought in timid reality's, the test of ages
Where one eye see's straight, another blames semblance
Put to the truth in a heart's strive, the whit of rages?
My knee's have seen a child for heaven, but for the shadow of me?
Is a risen portrayal, to exact the time of voiced burden?
With a price of physical bird's and the occurance we once jest, is we...
Total's of virtue we have seen, for the bend and shape of future's certainty?
But the child has saved a sneeze, long past time for a clarity to do
The rigor's and moment's of deed, that collect an outward mind...
In the name of patience and marvel of guises, that acclaim the compatriotism of who?
Is to be a rational strength, and who is to be a held belief with oddity to show, a kindness?
Carefully, the child may ask, heaven is bitter when eaves come of age?
Told to deliberate the new, if not the callous wishes we suffer with...
The places and names of sense, in called for dreams of another, the tow of when we save?
Asking the sneeze to harbor a friendship, the may is a waiting gift for the idea of bliss...
Confused, put simply
How does a rainbow know when to save a stranger dream, than irony thought possible?
Because it has a season of lore's ideal, becomes the answer to a dear eye, and a vice for each
We see the conscience of you, make simplicity a question and clue of again, the needs of hell...
Ought in timid reality's, the test of ages
Where one eye see's straight, another blames semblance
Put to the truth in a heart's strive, the whit of rages?
My knee's have seen a child for heaven, but for the shadow of me?
Is a risen portrayal, to exact the time of voiced burden?
With a price of physical bird's and the occurance we once jest, is we...
Total's of virtue we have seen, for the bend and shape of future's certainty?
But the child has saved a sneeze, long past time for a clarity to do
The rigor's and moment's of deed, that collect an outward mind...
In the name of patience and marvel of guises, that acclaim the compatriotism of who?
Is to be a rational strength, and who is to be a held belief with oddity to show, a kindness?
Carefully, the child may ask, heaven is bitter when eaves come of age?
Told to deliberate the new, if not the callous wishes we suffer with...
The places and names of sense, in called for dreams of another, the tow of when we save?
Asking the sneeze to harbor a friendship, the may is a waiting gift for the idea of bliss...
Confused, put simply
How does a rainbow know when to save a stranger dream, than irony thought possible?
Because it has a season of lore's ideal, becomes the answer to a dear eye, and a vice for each
We see the conscience of you, make simplicity a question and clue of again, the needs of hell...
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Could Living With Neighbor`s, Call The Times Fickle?
Could Living With Neighbor`s, Call The Times Fickle?