WINE AND GATES
Done With The Bared Kind, Beauty Is Mine (Necessity)
Now and never
Somewhere known, with the taste of running
To be faster than the wind, an accusing lover?
Set in hours we thought were ours, we saw the sunshine once, so cunning...
Torrid feelings, spare in the draught of simplicity...
Weal we told to be, the caring and the sharing, ordeal
True to ourselves, the cagey response of a unified lead
To whisk away the pain, the neglect of means and measure, weary to heal...
A future in couth, courage that has helped us begin today
In a language of sincerity with a stare, pouts and calling a care new ides
Of remembered silence, shall to fore, the conscience in love hoping
That a conscience of mighty and mere, save the courteous smile of having excitement...
Is a compare of seldom with a voice of treasured fate?
Feelings of denial no man has come to provoke, in the reasons of sanity so clear?
Timid as a herald of complete anarchy can be, the irony we select, we sate
Is a promise aloof in the wind, for another eye of presence of a mind, so near...
Shapes of history to come, the allied and the favor of us, the saving truth
Only beginning in our hands for a chance to tell, the world to be seen
The coming honor of sense that had the presence of momentum, as if youth
Was ours to begin with, when following is many and a leader in tomorrow's keep, means...
Somewhere known, with the taste of running
To be faster than the wind, an accusing lover?
Set in hours we thought were ours, we saw the sunshine once, so cunning...
Torrid feelings, spare in the draught of simplicity...
Weal we told to be, the caring and the sharing, ordeal
True to ourselves, the cagey response of a unified lead
To whisk away the pain, the neglect of means and measure, weary to heal...
A future in couth, courage that has helped us begin today
In a language of sincerity with a stare, pouts and calling a care new ides
Of remembered silence, shall to fore, the conscience in love hoping
That a conscience of mighty and mere, save the courteous smile of having excitement...
Is a compare of seldom with a voice of treasured fate?
Feelings of denial no man has come to provoke, in the reasons of sanity so clear?
Timid as a herald of complete anarchy can be, the irony we select, we sate
Is a promise aloof in the wind, for another eye of presence of a mind, so near...
Shapes of history to come, the allied and the favor of us, the saving truth
Only beginning in our hands for a chance to tell, the world to be seen
The coming honor of sense that had the presence of momentum, as if youth
Was ours to begin with, when following is many and a leader in tomorrow's keep, means...
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Done With The Bared Kind, Beauty Is Mine (Necessity)
Done With The Bared Kind, Beauty Is Mine (Necessity)
