WINE AND GATES
Would Lover's Call Misery A Nation, Notion Or Name?
Presence of mine
Today, with out, the will to serve
Cessation and its ply, the course of sighing
In a breed of coincidence that argued worth?
Time on silences side
The all of days may, to call a friend
To the table of suggestion, promise and life
Tale told to a reason, before lives come to this end
Role's of help, same in a creative way
Taken to anticipation, for a needy glance
At a glimmer of hope's honor, the patience we say
Is a redoubt in mercy, for a reaching mind, to ask again...
Is a wall of pasts and decency to be ours?
The wayward truth to invent a gift
And the presence of moments, a place for each, sour's
Like a willing house of charity before chaste, and chaste before sense
A kiss costs a million stars, to the time of day?
Reality for a catch of eye, on a voice that is due
Liberty and prowess, in a clique of decision to save
The very belly of you, coming and going with interim for us, and could
Tender form and the honesty I see in your needs
Welcome to a place so secure, and found with hands of presumed
Love, we dote on the obscure together, like a bird of waiting and similarity we feed
Today is our moment with tomorrow's halt, are we all freer, by knowing all too soon...
Today, with out, the will to serve
Cessation and its ply, the course of sighing
In a breed of coincidence that argued worth?
Time on silences side
The all of days may, to call a friend
To the table of suggestion, promise and life
Tale told to a reason, before lives come to this end
Role's of help, same in a creative way
Taken to anticipation, for a needy glance
At a glimmer of hope's honor, the patience we say
Is a redoubt in mercy, for a reaching mind, to ask again...
Is a wall of pasts and decency to be ours?
The wayward truth to invent a gift
And the presence of moments, a place for each, sour's
Like a willing house of charity before chaste, and chaste before sense
A kiss costs a million stars, to the time of day?
Reality for a catch of eye, on a voice that is due
Liberty and prowess, in a clique of decision to save
The very belly of you, coming and going with interim for us, and could
Tender form and the honesty I see in your needs
Welcome to a place so secure, and found with hands of presumed
Love, we dote on the obscure together, like a bird of waiting and similarity we feed
Today is our moment with tomorrow's halt, are we all freer, by knowing all too soon...
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Would Lover`s Call Misery A Nation, Notion Or Name?
Would Lover`s Call Misery A Nation, Notion Or Name?
