WINE AND GATES
Jerusalem In Mind, And Bells If Lead Loyalty Sakes
Justice, if my fact's
Wealth, if my hope's
Succor, if my first's and last's
Sharing, if my purpose...
Tell the story to us one more time...
She and the stir of heathen, the call of heaven?
Has the moment of a stoic eye, a sense trying?
Ready to serve you the notion of a sitting mention, for youth's joy given?
Having larger tasks for life's smaller hands?
Similarity to wish, we were the popularity of kisses...?
Same, to match, the voice of our blisses hour and its many
Saving the neglect I show, for a friend that is apparently, well, is...
Of individual times, we have a caring heed
To select for more than else, the patience of common, most
And the still requited judgment, we prepare for our lead...
Is this having mind, ask's credence, or should we show wisdom to a door of host's?
Few can tell moments apart here, from the days shadows...
Invisible as a sincerity is, each from light and its imagination
We see your forever, in the hands of never and time owes...
Except the voice of love, like the best of means taken, to the clash of intimation...
Are we all fool's here?
For one thing or another...?
See the friendship bloom, into the callous whence we hear...
Legend's of confusion in the name of what we know is a part to confirm, right is a lovers...
Foremost, the heard gesture, in all things jude
Worthiness, has a laugh of cope, that made the grace of semblance...
Sit up and take notice, the sophistication we exude...
All in the hands of another say we, a role of burden and trust, to look forward to wanting...
Truth on the chin, of yearning for a future?
To question the blessing of fundamental ire, the rule of thumb's
That began with marvel's and say's possibility, to conclude with what freedom fair's?
Of hope's sameness, felt for a showing utterance we remember may be, history's love?
May, wonder's never cease...
Money, and the stir of overt sincerity, to know you...
Mercy, to enchastened finds, the truth of politeness...
Made, for a world with a passion, desire or candor, for needs happier, with futures we knew...
Wealth, if my hope's
Succor, if my first's and last's
Sharing, if my purpose...
Tell the story to us one more time...
She and the stir of heathen, the call of heaven?
Has the moment of a stoic eye, a sense trying?
Ready to serve you the notion of a sitting mention, for youth's joy given?
Having larger tasks for life's smaller hands?
Similarity to wish, we were the popularity of kisses...?
Same, to match, the voice of our blisses hour and its many
Saving the neglect I show, for a friend that is apparently, well, is...
Of individual times, we have a caring heed
To select for more than else, the patience of common, most
And the still requited judgment, we prepare for our lead...
Is this having mind, ask's credence, or should we show wisdom to a door of host's?
Few can tell moments apart here, from the days shadows...
Invisible as a sincerity is, each from light and its imagination
We see your forever, in the hands of never and time owes...
Except the voice of love, like the best of means taken, to the clash of intimation...
Are we all fool's here?
For one thing or another...?
See the friendship bloom, into the callous whence we hear...
Legend's of confusion in the name of what we know is a part to confirm, right is a lovers...
Foremost, the heard gesture, in all things jude
Worthiness, has a laugh of cope, that made the grace of semblance...
Sit up and take notice, the sophistication we exude...
All in the hands of another say we, a role of burden and trust, to look forward to wanting...
Truth on the chin, of yearning for a future?
To question the blessing of fundamental ire, the rule of thumb's
That began with marvel's and say's possibility, to conclude with what freedom fair's?
Of hope's sameness, felt for a showing utterance we remember may be, history's love?
May, wonder's never cease...
Money, and the stir of overt sincerity, to know you...
Mercy, to enchastened finds, the truth of politeness...
Made, for a world with a passion, desire or candor, for needs happier, with futures we knew...
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Jerusalem In Mind, And Bells If Lead Loyalty Sakes
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