WINE AND GATES
Me, Myself And Making Sense
Tastes I name
With a capital 'Y'
True to my fate, all the same...
Where is the fun in a kiss, without might?
Speaking of kisses:
Yearning is a favorite stop
Made liberally, for a resounding presence of wishes
And the aspire of a new patience for a friend to love
Speaking of love:
Cares in the stir of the winds we fate
With a realm to its Yet, the rue of ourselves
Taken to exception for a live and a did, of what we may
Speaking of may:
Satisfied with Yonder many and salvation in a clue
Of the weight of time, and its simplicity to say
The whether in your heart, that has become our due
Speaking of heart's:
Yes, I would the tone of earning a voice's
Luck, lore, and the length's it takes, to understand start's
And the permission you give, to see the better of me, intending choices
Speaking of choice's:
Yellow is a word to the wise, that is friendly
Keeping the best with the advance of worst, most
Of a curiosity is meant to be, like a cause in the sort's we lead
Speaking of curiosity:
Yesterday is a can before the since we plan
To see to a found succor, if but worth specialness and it's energy
With but the said hour and its heed, we are who is and will with and
Speaking of hour's:
Does Youth have a special need for the rest of us?
Like a salvation in a height of could, we see a truth dour?
Lent the sincerity of you, we have an age old answer, just because...
With a capital 'Y'
True to my fate, all the same...
Where is the fun in a kiss, without might?
Speaking of kisses:
Yearning is a favorite stop
Made liberally, for a resounding presence of wishes
And the aspire of a new patience for a friend to love
Speaking of love:
Cares in the stir of the winds we fate
With a realm to its Yet, the rue of ourselves
Taken to exception for a live and a did, of what we may
Speaking of may:
Satisfied with Yonder many and salvation in a clue
Of the weight of time, and its simplicity to say
The whether in your heart, that has become our due
Speaking of heart's:
Yes, I would the tone of earning a voice's
Luck, lore, and the length's it takes, to understand start's
And the permission you give, to see the better of me, intending choices
Speaking of choice's:
Yellow is a word to the wise, that is friendly
Keeping the best with the advance of worst, most
Of a curiosity is meant to be, like a cause in the sort's we lead
Speaking of curiosity:
Yesterday is a can before the since we plan
To see to a found succor, if but worth specialness and it's energy
With but the said hour and its heed, we are who is and will with and
Speaking of hour's:
Does Youth have a special need for the rest of us?
Like a salvation in a height of could, we see a truth dour?
Lent the sincerity of you, we have an age old answer, just because...
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Me, Myself And Making Sense
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