WINE AND GATES
Did Add It Up, Where No Man Was Heard?
Saviors cloak
Hints of arsenic, old enough to tell
The wishes of a forward means, the penny and the joke
Letting by gone's be by gone's, a heart in place of hell
Simple news, to a threshold of exaction, if win's...
Merry me, the tale of suppose a world has reasoned
If not reflected upon the distance, I describe is a pact, with sins
Maybe a rolling breeze in the know was more than enough, for liberty wronged...
Steps of youth, steps of couth
Welcome me to the sincere, a whole cheer
To avoid an avid play of words, we deem an improper route
To the skill's of ingenue, avarice and the demand of compromise, to near
Worth one more let of uncertainty, certainty?
Still the favor of charisma over the shall of a day
That has come and gone by the brush of existence, a day asking about purity
That has the seldom for time in memorial, of a question to live and be, ok
When is a light ever more than a way to see the path?
When that path is the only way home, where freedom does dwell
Take the life of somber attention and make it a cue of reality, hath
And you have seen the might involved, to make the news of the day have a soul, to tell
Shame it wasn't a vision of courtesy, but no man is an island
Without the comprehension of about to still the coming norm
Well to share, still the here, and call to fair, the integrity of can
Now is the time of our senses to give, a strength of selection in love, with a rational's form
Hints of arsenic, old enough to tell
The wishes of a forward means, the penny and the joke
Letting by gone's be by gone's, a heart in place of hell
Simple news, to a threshold of exaction, if win's...
Merry me, the tale of suppose a world has reasoned
If not reflected upon the distance, I describe is a pact, with sins
Maybe a rolling breeze in the know was more than enough, for liberty wronged...
Steps of youth, steps of couth
Welcome me to the sincere, a whole cheer
To avoid an avid play of words, we deem an improper route
To the skill's of ingenue, avarice and the demand of compromise, to near
Worth one more let of uncertainty, certainty?
Still the favor of charisma over the shall of a day
That has come and gone by the brush of existence, a day asking about purity
That has the seldom for time in memorial, of a question to live and be, ok
When is a light ever more than a way to see the path?
When that path is the only way home, where freedom does dwell
Take the life of somber attention and make it a cue of reality, hath
And you have seen the might involved, to make the news of the day have a soul, to tell
Shame it wasn't a vision of courtesy, but no man is an island
Without the comprehension of about to still the coming norm
Well to share, still the here, and call to fair, the integrity of can
Now is the time of our senses to give, a strength of selection in love, with a rational's form
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Did Add It Up, Where No Man Was Heard?
Did Add It Up, Where No Man Was Heard?
