WINE AND GATES
Points Of Light Deciding Your Sate, Further?
Tender nothing, nothing tender
Brides of cope, and the taste of an evening wine
Sore did, and final music in the names we mean, lender
Is a waiting home, the taste we made, or is my soul sublime?
Shallow conversation, running and hunting
Where has a childhood begat the voices we heard?
Save us when the mimicry is our forward, loving
Reply, the salt you sake is a share in the spill of a new word...
Rage, torment, and the fixation of heaven's eye
Still the voices we heard, singing with us
The liar and the sport of kings, craft to waste the time they never loved, why
Is our advice, a silent pardon for what we think, we saw discuss...
Murder, and the still of a wishing storm
Many more homes than we could ever buy, but a door of roses and guidance
That has the time, with a real desire and the question to worm
Patience for a sincerity, sultry to vice, but a caring that we seek in your reliance?
The passion of Christ?
Seldom to word the loyalty of canny tones
Of a new voice that has a chance with another sight
The tale of woes worded just so, when worth is a sense in the tow of fear, we sew...
Brides of cope, and the taste of an evening wine
Sore did, and final music in the names we mean, lender
Is a waiting home, the taste we made, or is my soul sublime?
Shallow conversation, running and hunting
Where has a childhood begat the voices we heard?
Save us when the mimicry is our forward, loving
Reply, the salt you sake is a share in the spill of a new word...
Rage, torment, and the fixation of heaven's eye
Still the voices we heard, singing with us
The liar and the sport of kings, craft to waste the time they never loved, why
Is our advice, a silent pardon for what we think, we saw discuss...
Murder, and the still of a wishing storm
Many more homes than we could ever buy, but a door of roses and guidance
That has the time, with a real desire and the question to worm
Patience for a sincerity, sultry to vice, but a caring that we seek in your reliance?
The passion of Christ?
Seldom to word the loyalty of canny tones
Of a new voice that has a chance with another sight
The tale of woes worded just so, when worth is a sense in the tow of fear, we sew...
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Points Of Light Deciding Your Sate, Further?
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