WINE AND GATES
Patience Sometimes Costs Virtue, Until...
Pies in a disaster?
Turning one hundred years old, today...
Knowing what we do, about a birthday, to gather
Us a lover, with no hidden wish in the fold, may...
Time with a baby's shadow?
Keeping a choice, in fathoming names
Reasons and power's, to pout at a treasure to roam?
Among the nature of complexity, without shames...
Pity in a glass of milk?
Poignancy oft a requirement in joy, the truth to bode
A haunting gift, solace, is the baring of will's
To suggest a light, is a moment alone, with a soul's own?
Tones of voice, we assure are
A fate in callous shall, we name a nicety
Of home, that has seen the imagination, we complete as worth
Time and simplicity to anguish? and see the common same of politeness
Sin? and the tows of response that make us a champion?
Of courtesy and the season of similarity, that has a tension's goal...
Tall to order, and with a remote reach for it, et.al., the soul of laughing?
What was baby's happiness at heart, when asking a day dream to openly fall...?
Hair
And the miracle of nobody with a remorse, without the knowing of a call
To wishes we fate, with a real enough understanding of what went where...
Is silence a friend, we still see now and again, that's somehow older by love instilled?
Turning one hundred years old, today...
Knowing what we do, about a birthday, to gather
Us a lover, with no hidden wish in the fold, may...
Time with a baby's shadow?
Keeping a choice, in fathoming names
Reasons and power's, to pout at a treasure to roam?
Among the nature of complexity, without shames...
Pity in a glass of milk?
Poignancy oft a requirement in joy, the truth to bode
A haunting gift, solace, is the baring of will's
To suggest a light, is a moment alone, with a soul's own?
Tones of voice, we assure are
A fate in callous shall, we name a nicety
Of home, that has seen the imagination, we complete as worth
Time and simplicity to anguish? and see the common same of politeness
Sin? and the tows of response that make us a champion?
Of courtesy and the season of similarity, that has a tension's goal...
Tall to order, and with a remote reach for it, et.al., the soul of laughing?
What was baby's happiness at heart, when asking a day dream to openly fall...?
Hair
And the miracle of nobody with a remorse, without the knowing of a call
To wishes we fate, with a real enough understanding of what went where...
Is silence a friend, we still see now and again, that's somehow older by love instilled?
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Patience Sometimes Costs Virtue, Until...
Patience Sometimes Costs Virtue, Until...
