WINE AND GATES
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Tendency's anniversary
Imagine instinct with a silver tongue
Turn and do, the song of what is our hurry
When a special life, has the dole of my question's...
Risk and hysteria, the tow of resolution, and heed's silence
To find the common, a rarified hand shake, to quell
The part and practice we deify as a deviation
From the spare lip of misinformation, that is a jealousy
For uniqueness to live in the light
And its history come semblance and a sequence of distance
That lives up to a harboring of melancholy, that has the right
To sweeten a mind with bother, if not the bell's of reassurance
Tendency's anniversary of an answer
I know is a rigid and brief thought, for the better of ideas
Simple news to futures in arears, and the order of decency, to serve
The colloquial demand of harmony, be the boding of ourselves, whit's
Tension is an angel, with secret's to tell...
The sincere legend of cares, we made a new friend, if a cause
Have the stone and the privilege of posing a question for their self
Us, and them, are they that hum drum when we seek the same muse, an hour we defend?
Imagine instinct with a silver tongue
Turn and do, the song of what is our hurry
When a special life, has the dole of my question's...
Risk and hysteria, the tow of resolution, and heed's silence
To find the common, a rarified hand shake, to quell
The part and practice we deify as a deviation
From the spare lip of misinformation, that is a jealousy
For uniqueness to live in the light
And its history come semblance and a sequence of distance
That lives up to a harboring of melancholy, that has the right
To sweeten a mind with bother, if not the bell's of reassurance
Tendency's anniversary of an answer
I know is a rigid and brief thought, for the better of ideas
Simple news to futures in arears, and the order of decency, to serve
The colloquial demand of harmony, be the boding of ourselves, whit's
Tension is an angel, with secret's to tell...
The sincere legend of cares, we made a new friend, if a cause
Have the stone and the privilege of posing a question for their self
Us, and them, are they that hum drum when we seek the same muse, an hour we defend?
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Will And Weal, When And Whole (Welcome Home...?)
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