WINE AND GATES

The Sword And The Angel's Named It Cousin?

Yearning, which obtained
Ages of our suppose, an invitation
In a hand of silence, we advance, is imagination
Curiosity for a reason, taken for any's inclination...

My moment in the sun
Totals and wishing in a honored wealth
True to us, like the very in your hunt
Formulaic salt and harmony spiced with mean's health...

Tradition would, the language of duality
Except to note, the charisma we offer
Is renown the tool of the horizon, or are we, liberty's?
Set to truths, we favor over the sin we entice, with powers...

Look, and don't see the oppurtunity of pandering
Appease and hopefully not, the count of sincerity...
Fathoming a lucre, we can with, continue at dawn and its wandering...
Rise again, and the world to earn, force's render of what was our, disparity?

Show us a dread, and we will make vanity
An oughting hour, we decide is a laugh in time
With a cold shoulder and it's climate, a prodigious sanity
We keep simply, as a tear of patience with same, your heart trying...

To fall in love with moment's, limelight
Privileged to see you smile, and quote the silence
We found for barings and timidity, we think might
Be the soul of careful dancing, and the integrity of wishes for a sensative friend?










 


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