WINE AND GATES
What If I Said Mirrors Look Better Blessed?
Stone to stone
Avid freedom, ought for the known
Wishes and delivery, of crossing a river to home
Thought's of real simplicity, to a welcome mind, blown
Sorry fish, no time today to talk
There in seen, and seven years to look the blank
Eye to eye, with a smashed mirror, a house of sulk?
With the reach of panic, the stare we confirm as yearning thanks
But no patience without the body of commit...
Severity and distance to a potential direction
Thrown to the wind, with the assumption of a lip?
Kiss me in the shall, and shadows will assume threshold's best intention
Kinder to accept, but know the mention of violence's lend...
Vestige to overwhelm the coming keep, known to bastion and us
Peculiar bedfellows with a realm to their touch, but am I a salt on the chin?
Sweeter aroma, and endeavor all the more a concern of sincerity and must...
But the rue of charity and disparity, still leads to the night
Of a collision with utter defiance, and the nature of sin and dread, to make love
With the solemn interest, of comely facades and their slight
Simple news to the couth I preach, but when a word has a bitter covenant...
Two shall make the uncertainty known
Wishes in the sordid, and the chance of common paces becoming low
The land of persuasion and its identity, the complexity of home
With a presence of mind, to collect a change of seasons into the once, we loved...
Avid freedom, ought for the known
Wishes and delivery, of crossing a river to home
Thought's of real simplicity, to a welcome mind, blown
Sorry fish, no time today to talk
There in seen, and seven years to look the blank
Eye to eye, with a smashed mirror, a house of sulk?
With the reach of panic, the stare we confirm as yearning thanks
But no patience without the body of commit...
Severity and distance to a potential direction
Thrown to the wind, with the assumption of a lip?
Kiss me in the shall, and shadows will assume threshold's best intention
Kinder to accept, but know the mention of violence's lend...
Vestige to overwhelm the coming keep, known to bastion and us
Peculiar bedfellows with a realm to their touch, but am I a salt on the chin?
Sweeter aroma, and endeavor all the more a concern of sincerity and must...
But the rue of charity and disparity, still leads to the night
Of a collision with utter defiance, and the nature of sin and dread, to make love
With the solemn interest, of comely facades and their slight
Simple news to the couth I preach, but when a word has a bitter covenant...
Two shall make the uncertainty known
Wishes in the sordid, and the chance of common paces becoming low
The land of persuasion and its identity, the complexity of home
With a presence of mind, to collect a change of seasons into the once, we loved...
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What If I Said Mirrors Look Better Blessed?
What If I Said Mirrors Look Better Blessed?
