WINE AND GATES
King Arthur Swears Hell Means It Rains (Suffragette)
Tennis shoes I don't own...?
Running in tandem, to a living goal
Them and sophistication, to liberate a town
From and for the door's of a live of history, known stranger from old...?
Courtesy was a hardship's man, with soul to enchasten a tear
Timely and hope to occur, ordeals and smiles to confirm
The tale of silence, we few to ask, a shrewd mind nearing
Is a legend of detail's and their enduring hour, as if certainty...?
Life to a nobody, with money to burn?
Threshold and concern, with a music for ennui...?
Succinct, to argued valor, is a term we have a right to earn?
The total of common sense, for a handshake and myriad freedoms dancing key...?
Time in a purposed uncle's house...
Welling hate, for a clashing gift...
Of world's integrity, if a salt ever finds its sound...
From a smile that has a shadow of consciences that ask us same, if is...
Yearning is like this, tomorrow is savagery we will know...
Can't we be seen and seem, to be the sleep of privacy, we keep with am's risk?
In fortitude and hand's of evidentuality, to seek the patience we owe
Is a real enough courage for a sanity to provoke, a proof of what would, isn't...
Candor will cost you, a host with a needs antiquity...
Handsome is as handsome does, eternalizing lividity...
Portrayal and guidance to lesson's of feelings, honor you like individuality...
Shame in the mirror for a saliency if kind, is home found in our heart's, nativity...
Sea shell's with avid understatement
Cease and begin with another, mother of invention?
Penny's saved, and dole's heard, in the brooking stare we admit...
Older by causes we can see, are the seclusions in your hap, for confession's...?
Time in a prostitutes house...
Plied tows and earthly holds, can we dance to forever in the name of unction?
Where a fate worse than done, is but the lie of a candle, that blow's...
Aimed at years without the presence of goodness, is a wish to serve itself, isn't again?
Running in tandem, to a living goal
Them and sophistication, to liberate a town
From and for the door's of a live of history, known stranger from old...?
Courtesy was a hardship's man, with soul to enchasten a tear
Timely and hope to occur, ordeals and smiles to confirm
The tale of silence, we few to ask, a shrewd mind nearing
Is a legend of detail's and their enduring hour, as if certainty...?
Life to a nobody, with money to burn?
Threshold and concern, with a music for ennui...?
Succinct, to argued valor, is a term we have a right to earn?
The total of common sense, for a handshake and myriad freedoms dancing key...?
Time in a purposed uncle's house...
Welling hate, for a clashing gift...
Of world's integrity, if a salt ever finds its sound...
From a smile that has a shadow of consciences that ask us same, if is...
Yearning is like this, tomorrow is savagery we will know...
Can't we be seen and seem, to be the sleep of privacy, we keep with am's risk?
In fortitude and hand's of evidentuality, to seek the patience we owe
Is a real enough courage for a sanity to provoke, a proof of what would, isn't...
Candor will cost you, a host with a needs antiquity...
Handsome is as handsome does, eternalizing lividity...
Portrayal and guidance to lesson's of feelings, honor you like individuality...
Shame in the mirror for a saliency if kind, is home found in our heart's, nativity...
Sea shell's with avid understatement
Cease and begin with another, mother of invention?
Penny's saved, and dole's heard, in the brooking stare we admit...
Older by causes we can see, are the seclusions in your hap, for confession's...?
Time in a prostitutes house...
Plied tows and earthly holds, can we dance to forever in the name of unction?
Where a fate worse than done, is but the lie of a candle, that blow's...
Aimed at years without the presence of goodness, is a wish to serve itself, isn't again?
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King Arthur Swears Hell Means It Rains (Suffragette)
King Arthur Swears Hell Means It Rains (Suffragette)
