WINE AND GATES
Hosting Season, And The Rocking Chair...
Measured earning
Salt is my vanity
So suggested by when the wind served
A hosted care of pleasance, to mind keep's
Language we can afford...
Same side of a house with a gorgeous view
Of treasured simplicity to ask, and know, a just forth
And sources of truth we see, is a redemptive courage to do
Tenants that make a list
Of worth in where with all, to consider a life's wishes
The power of sincerity to us, the confirmation of this
And the imagination of what was a caring house, that many said came to is...
Days of warmth, and the vices of older seclusion, we first and last
The tenderer hope of a call, to a future and it's estranged fame...?
To clarify again, the sparseness of visitation, in a character we've asked
Is a liberty our promise or in our defense? will this shared house, have all of a name?
So let's play the name game...
Home in the circle of friends, and a meal of destiny's with a relationship to right
And the service of a bed, to be taken if a climate of revelation that is to be, may
Will we see the end of thing's, that is a curious integrity, have the psyche of might?
What name did you come up with?
Simplifying the account of form versus the fear of norms, I came up with Adam and Eve
Here we are, the sense in a handshake with reality, and the suppose of bliss
That has seen the season of sense, become the nearness of possibility to an awaiting lead
Stir with this, the courage we knew came from the silence we make for each other's promises
Visiting the many, if not the few, with the kindness of candor for a friends live
That has come from this, the view from the house is a circumstance of love as treatise
That has seen the corner of elation of you, if not the empathy we know to be, a callous strive
Earning measures
Insisting upon a rational lend of embellishment, for the nose of decency and its redress
And the turn of substance into a relationship with viable heed, tone of voice will due, relent
Upon such a marvel, the sensation of method is with us, for one step forward if joy's insist...
Salt is my vanity
So suggested by when the wind served
A hosted care of pleasance, to mind keep's
Language we can afford...
Same side of a house with a gorgeous view
Of treasured simplicity to ask, and know, a just forth
And sources of truth we see, is a redemptive courage to do
Tenants that make a list
Of worth in where with all, to consider a life's wishes
The power of sincerity to us, the confirmation of this
And the imagination of what was a caring house, that many said came to is...
Days of warmth, and the vices of older seclusion, we first and last
The tenderer hope of a call, to a future and it's estranged fame...?
To clarify again, the sparseness of visitation, in a character we've asked
Is a liberty our promise or in our defense? will this shared house, have all of a name?
So let's play the name game...
Home in the circle of friends, and a meal of destiny's with a relationship to right
And the service of a bed, to be taken if a climate of revelation that is to be, may
Will we see the end of thing's, that is a curious integrity, have the psyche of might?
What name did you come up with?
Simplifying the account of form versus the fear of norms, I came up with Adam and Eve
Here we are, the sense in a handshake with reality, and the suppose of bliss
That has seen the season of sense, become the nearness of possibility to an awaiting lead
Stir with this, the courage we knew came from the silence we make for each other's promises
Visiting the many, if not the few, with the kindness of candor for a friends live
That has come from this, the view from the house is a circumstance of love as treatise
That has seen the corner of elation of you, if not the empathy we know to be, a callous strive
Earning measures
Insisting upon a rational lend of embellishment, for the nose of decency and its redress
And the turn of substance into a relationship with viable heed, tone of voice will due, relent
Upon such a marvel, the sensation of method is with us, for one step forward if joy's insist...
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Hosting Season, And The Rocking Chair...
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