WINE AND GATES
Yes, How A Misery Adds Bolts In The Blue...
Advance and be counted
Thrown eyes and the heed of a new chance
Sated with your hello, and the season of found...
Friends, the tale of succinct irony for every man
Sanity in motion, tomorrow to appoint
A joy to the soul, the scowl, the skill's of reprehension
Good guidance and gracious reality, is a song to issue loyalty
When we are the spare and treacle, we seem to be, for ordeals silence
Shared shadows, thought the better of common times, wealth
And determined passion, a whole of ours, that remember yours
But a shallow gift to the senses, is a role of speed our only health...?
Asking but the conditions we make, we see the reach of purpose that sours...
Done, and due the answer
In five fold anti rhythm, a start for each simplicity to find
A hap to assure a vision of commonness, that has a lingering verve
The toil of might, in the nigh of suggestion, that has suddenness to be kind
Still for wishes made, a wholeness in the garden of delight's...
A rational life to serve the composure of sincerity a break for each of their decency's
A rarity in motion was the misery we envision with a realm to conquer but, the right
Superiority we see, is a charisma in the scourge and needs of vanity, inherit else in history...
Thrown eyes and the heed of a new chance
Sated with your hello, and the season of found...
Friends, the tale of succinct irony for every man
Sanity in motion, tomorrow to appoint
A joy to the soul, the scowl, the skill's of reprehension
Good guidance and gracious reality, is a song to issue loyalty
When we are the spare and treacle, we seem to be, for ordeals silence
Shared shadows, thought the better of common times, wealth
And determined passion, a whole of ours, that remember yours
But a shallow gift to the senses, is a role of speed our only health...?
Asking but the conditions we make, we see the reach of purpose that sours...
Done, and due the answer
In five fold anti rhythm, a start for each simplicity to find
A hap to assure a vision of commonness, that has a lingering verve
The toil of might, in the nigh of suggestion, that has suddenness to be kind
Still for wishes made, a wholeness in the garden of delight's...
A rational life to serve the composure of sincerity a break for each of their decency's
A rarity in motion was the misery we envision with a realm to conquer but, the right
Superiority we see, is a charisma in the scourge and needs of vanity, inherit else in history...
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Yes, How A Misery Adds Bolts In The Blue...
Yes, How A Misery Adds Bolts In The Blue...
