WINE AND GATES
Stead And Charisma, Said And Character
Spare, the tomorrow well
Sincerity to acquire a new clash
Of silence and another typical living, still fulfill
And the stare of portrayal we know can, a history to watch
Together, with a found lividity
Solemn and assured, the count of life's spark
Sharing the fascination with a friend of avidity
Seemingly the couth in our focus, of resolve to hark
Patience in craved for justice
Welcome to vanity, a rue of sojourn
The tale of decency and decision, so refined by our vices
Question's of powers and care, will they give the time to earn?
Serious lucre in the name of roles and guidance
Shadowed peculiarity, with a moment to prove
Antipathy in a longing, we made to be known to any who again
Save a threshold of heed, for a lingering liberty, on the move
Love, and the deliberate use of condition as a thought
And tool to reach for the simplicity of life
Still ascertained, still remaining our speed, for what
Is a deed in presence, that has our days come and gone, without peace's finality...
Unless a need has a beauty to show...
And aggression is a redoubt that has hosted the common...
Per the staid and true recourse, of a leading here and now...
With the imagination of hope ever more, or until we are out, and about ourselves again...
Sincerity to acquire a new clash
Of silence and another typical living, still fulfill
And the stare of portrayal we know can, a history to watch
Together, with a found lividity
Solemn and assured, the count of life's spark
Sharing the fascination with a friend of avidity
Seemingly the couth in our focus, of resolve to hark
Patience in craved for justice
Welcome to vanity, a rue of sojourn
The tale of decency and decision, so refined by our vices
Question's of powers and care, will they give the time to earn?
Serious lucre in the name of roles and guidance
Shadowed peculiarity, with a moment to prove
Antipathy in a longing, we made to be known to any who again
Save a threshold of heed, for a lingering liberty, on the move
Love, and the deliberate use of condition as a thought
And tool to reach for the simplicity of life
Still ascertained, still remaining our speed, for what
Is a deed in presence, that has our days come and gone, without peace's finality...
Unless a need has a beauty to show...
And aggression is a redoubt that has hosted the common...
Per the staid and true recourse, of a leading here and now...
With the imagination of hope ever more, or until we are out, and about ourselves again...
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Stead And Charisma, Said And Character
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