WINE AND GATES
A Bright Side To Every Known Charity...
Long and lean times
With the cares of a benign unity
Friendship is our word, our world in unique trying
True to told tales, and the pout of authority...
Seen in the tendered approval
Of a colossal season, kept with austerity
And the courage's of chances we name only hell
To reach the spare and bountiful beauty cares seek, if vanity's share...
Children of voice, if not the sight of comparison absolute
Realizing the oddity of carriage and innocence
Lucre to hold tangible, and weary with a realm to piety's youth
The claim of independence to be, the reward of possibility, in thorough ends
Looking the part, and knowing the stir of absolve, well
We are the stone of concern and charisma foretold, to be a decision's hand
Letting the role of simplicity ask of itself, and the integrity of life's bell
Knowing a land even more learned if a welcome harmony, is to question a sulking's, candor?
Growing appetites, growing supposition
For the language of romance, to be the common and true...
Shaped with the power of us, golden courses in the grace it took, to plan
The coming heed, and security of chances, we have seen make the reasons we do
With the cares of a benign unity
Friendship is our word, our world in unique trying
True to told tales, and the pout of authority...
Seen in the tendered approval
Of a colossal season, kept with austerity
And the courage's of chances we name only hell
To reach the spare and bountiful beauty cares seek, if vanity's share...
Children of voice, if not the sight of comparison absolute
Realizing the oddity of carriage and innocence
Lucre to hold tangible, and weary with a realm to piety's youth
The claim of independence to be, the reward of possibility, in thorough ends
Looking the part, and knowing the stir of absolve, well
We are the stone of concern and charisma foretold, to be a decision's hand
Letting the role of simplicity ask of itself, and the integrity of life's bell
Knowing a land even more learned if a welcome harmony, is to question a sulking's, candor?
Growing appetites, growing supposition
For the language of romance, to be the common and true...
Shaped with the power of us, golden courses in the grace it took, to plan
The coming heed, and security of chances, we have seen make the reasons we do
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A Bright Side To Every Known Charity...
A Bright Side To Every Known Charity...