WINE AND GATES
Nervous, And Pale Wishes To Ask About...
Rhymes in the silence
A shroud of harmony, has broken...
To ought and dismay, the rue of somber lend
Will a simple finish to seldom, come back to you, with eyes hoping?
Praising the decency, with a realm to distinction
Asking a proud chin, if a wishes ghost has a reign...?
Of vice and vanity, the passion we have for yearned; conscience
Is a reason of avoidance, and us, the very hour of intuition shamed?
Look now, at the seemly happenstance, you thought was ourselves?
In the stir of poignancy, a lowly care, in the stare of privilege...
Shadowing a call, we found to be a clash of persuasion, in these delves
Long in the tooth, and requited with a youth we've seen in your life, entourage
Rain, rain, come another day...
When smiles seem a thought for days of odd
A lingering friendship, that came to save
You for a moment in time's place if not compassion to laud...
See misery run to you, for a sharing honor
Giving hope to a rise and fall, of a silence to enthuse
As shrewd as a common gift of affectation can be, we are a home that has seen valor
Peace be a first, then the last of worth in a boding of whose
Penny spent
And morbidity shown, for a claim in the mercy
We have deemed a guidance to where and with and another lent
Risking the liberty, a quiet and a shoulder of avid candor, we see a worldly...
A shroud of harmony, has broken...
To ought and dismay, the rue of somber lend
Will a simple finish to seldom, come back to you, with eyes hoping?
Praising the decency, with a realm to distinction
Asking a proud chin, if a wishes ghost has a reign...?
Of vice and vanity, the passion we have for yearned; conscience
Is a reason of avoidance, and us, the very hour of intuition shamed?
Look now, at the seemly happenstance, you thought was ourselves?
In the stir of poignancy, a lowly care, in the stare of privilege...
Shadowing a call, we found to be a clash of persuasion, in these delves
Long in the tooth, and requited with a youth we've seen in your life, entourage
Rain, rain, come another day...
When smiles seem a thought for days of odd
A lingering friendship, that came to save
You for a moment in time's place if not compassion to laud...
See misery run to you, for a sharing honor
Giving hope to a rise and fall, of a silence to enthuse
As shrewd as a common gift of affectation can be, we are a home that has seen valor
Peace be a first, then the last of worth in a boding of whose
Penny spent
And morbidity shown, for a claim in the mercy
We have deemed a guidance to where and with and another lent
Risking the liberty, a quiet and a shoulder of avid candor, we see a worldly...
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Nervous, And Pale Wishes To Ask About...
Nervous, And Pale Wishes To Ask About...
