WINE AND GATES
Knight At The Museum, Or Night At The Mutual
Natural silence
Steading and forces we adore
To tell a tale of chastity and ourselves, amends
Are such a rich experience, let like the door
Beauty in motion
And a weal to the left of us
Risen from the kind we took for devotion
Right is a shared kiss, we complete thus
And here we art
Without a word, we know the coming
Ask of a friendship that has seen it all, smart
And jealousy for a cringe, we make without dumbing
Time spies on us
Look you old fool, I am as ready as I ever will be
See your matron and her flowers, take to air's to discuss
Never a role in simplicity, or its adding key
Alone at last
The needs of silence are clearly seen
The coming man, and his prelude to a jest
In these we can tell the time, like a heart so keen
Listen carefully
Proper mores and their moment to pray to legends and myths
Has the distinct share of a new hope, working wealthily
We see the mirror that made me, as if a happy face has its gifts
Know this, say we
The promise of dreams and hours to finish a life in front of love
Is like so many more thank yous than a life time has, a pity
Is the only way to ever find home? here is the court of avid us
Steading and forces we adore
To tell a tale of chastity and ourselves, amends
Are such a rich experience, let like the door
Beauty in motion
And a weal to the left of us
Risen from the kind we took for devotion
Right is a shared kiss, we complete thus
And here we art
Without a word, we know the coming
Ask of a friendship that has seen it all, smart
And jealousy for a cringe, we make without dumbing
Time spies on us
Look you old fool, I am as ready as I ever will be
See your matron and her flowers, take to air's to discuss
Never a role in simplicity, or its adding key
Alone at last
The needs of silence are clearly seen
The coming man, and his prelude to a jest
In these we can tell the time, like a heart so keen
Listen carefully
Proper mores and their moment to pray to legends and myths
Has the distinct share of a new hope, working wealthily
We see the mirror that made me, as if a happy face has its gifts
Know this, say we
The promise of dreams and hours to finish a life in front of love
Is like so many more thank yous than a life time has, a pity
Is the only way to ever find home? here is the court of avid us
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Knight At The Museum, Or Night At The Mutual
Knight At The Museum, Or Night At The Mutual