WINE AND GATES
Sipping Tea Perhaps, Daydreams If A Rage Yet?
Means of advance?
A game of six over nine, threshold
Simple to those who understate lands
Peculiarity, a measure of seasoned more?
See the little many, run for a daunting love
Pride in a corner, prejudice to seem a life recounted
For a sharing harmony, and the forces we knew all along, a covenant
Taken from each other's eye fall, and meant flouted
Same side of history as you...
Misery of an encouraged host, of when we are a lip
Tastes ghost and the hunger of succinctly almost, a requite do
To seek a sincere presence, and the excuses of when all of a worth, is hypocrisy...
No name to dance under? when you have the tallness of a knowing land
Promises to take a different route? strength to assuage the distance you made, for again
Themes of redemption, we still for a rhyme and reason? given to each other by levity's hand
Anticipation of a toward chill, for seldom in view? are we the might it takes to dream and lend?
Patience's that know a clue, to insist for you, a craving for another's silence...
Becoming a reason of truer times, passion in the beckoning hour
We find in the corner of your eyes, a treatise of complexity and peace, to mind
Me, and the skill's of purpose, wagering a pleased face has a clash with dour...
Poised and challenged with an ear, is a recluse of damnation...
The risk and the body of persuasion, we will know has the time of our lived
Taint and pandering, saint and meandering; the comparison of semblance and intimation
Won't in a tarrying limelight, the problem of staring at a star, be moments as if...?
Glue, if a home to burden, the frame of mind
That exacts livid and notion, couth in a task of providence, light?
And a holier than now, shadow of contempt to understand the gaiety we kind
Does destiny include a candle, we confirm is a politer solution, than passing the fright?
A game of six over nine, threshold
Simple to those who understate lands
Peculiarity, a measure of seasoned more?
See the little many, run for a daunting love
Pride in a corner, prejudice to seem a life recounted
For a sharing harmony, and the forces we knew all along, a covenant
Taken from each other's eye fall, and meant flouted
Same side of history as you...
Misery of an encouraged host, of when we are a lip
Tastes ghost and the hunger of succinctly almost, a requite do
To seek a sincere presence, and the excuses of when all of a worth, is hypocrisy...
No name to dance under? when you have the tallness of a knowing land
Promises to take a different route? strength to assuage the distance you made, for again
Themes of redemption, we still for a rhyme and reason? given to each other by levity's hand
Anticipation of a toward chill, for seldom in view? are we the might it takes to dream and lend?
Patience's that know a clue, to insist for you, a craving for another's silence...
Becoming a reason of truer times, passion in the beckoning hour
We find in the corner of your eyes, a treatise of complexity and peace, to mind
Me, and the skill's of purpose, wagering a pleased face has a clash with dour...
Poised and challenged with an ear, is a recluse of damnation...
The risk and the body of persuasion, we will know has the time of our lived
Taint and pandering, saint and meandering; the comparison of semblance and intimation
Won't in a tarrying limelight, the problem of staring at a star, be moments as if...?
Glue, if a home to burden, the frame of mind
That exacts livid and notion, couth in a task of providence, light?
And a holier than now, shadow of contempt to understand the gaiety we kind
Does destiny include a candle, we confirm is a politer solution, than passing the fright?
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Sipping Tea Perhaps, Daydreams If A Rage Yet?
Sipping Tea Perhaps, Daydreams If A Rage Yet?
