WINE AND GATES
Continue An Age Old Tradition, Cloud Shapes...?
Spinal tap...?
Frogs in a richer man's hands...
Poor old mercy, if a role of vinegar and hap?
Sophistication in a clash, and the irony of noble lands
With a wart...
Spare and dare tickled, the pasts unity?
To excise, er' exercise the conscience of youth quaintly startled
Cold shoulder's with no man's charity...
True and due the response of honesty, cope?
Turned to veritable cheese, the eyes of frankness...
To wish in a lucid breeze, the common tact to end an innocent hope
With a liberty in your care, another ghost of a chance, was even heart's to bless...
...is a capable haunt of succor and a timely secret...
As ever, the knock of another darkened door, to shine with vice's curiosity?
And the stated contrivance of passions; to tell a date with theft...
The count of your pennies and gumption, is a rued distance to limes and virtuosity?
Lights of specialness, truth to quench irony's age, comparison to whose...
Welcoming asking's friend, that had sense's advance, a thought charisma?
Dilemma and service to higher ideals, ordeals that comes with crimes to lose
In the eyes of simplicity evoking a single voice, of seldom and dread's listen...
To an arduous and sincere wish, that came with the promise of an aging ego
Atone and sulking heed, the condition of impunity to quietly redress, is the argue
Of a lifetime of silence, and the stare of compromise to be an age to earn; here is woe?
A future in the domain of senility, is a question lost, in the able kindness we knew...
Rise of anger and portion with poise, to tell the difference?
Between the skies fool, and the act of chastity in a child's hands?
Kindred and sense, the total of summation to understand a climate of paced seasons?
We have picked, we have eaten sense, we have seen worth dwindle, we have defeated lands...
Frogs in a richer man's hands...
Poor old mercy, if a role of vinegar and hap?
Sophistication in a clash, and the irony of noble lands
With a wart...
Spare and dare tickled, the pasts unity?
To excise, er' exercise the conscience of youth quaintly startled
Cold shoulder's with no man's charity...
True and due the response of honesty, cope?
Turned to veritable cheese, the eyes of frankness...
To wish in a lucid breeze, the common tact to end an innocent hope
With a liberty in your care, another ghost of a chance, was even heart's to bless...
...is a capable haunt of succor and a timely secret...
As ever, the knock of another darkened door, to shine with vice's curiosity?
And the stated contrivance of passions; to tell a date with theft...
The count of your pennies and gumption, is a rued distance to limes and virtuosity?
Lights of specialness, truth to quench irony's age, comparison to whose...
Welcoming asking's friend, that had sense's advance, a thought charisma?
Dilemma and service to higher ideals, ordeals that comes with crimes to lose
In the eyes of simplicity evoking a single voice, of seldom and dread's listen...
To an arduous and sincere wish, that came with the promise of an aging ego
Atone and sulking heed, the condition of impunity to quietly redress, is the argue
Of a lifetime of silence, and the stare of compromise to be an age to earn; here is woe?
A future in the domain of senility, is a question lost, in the able kindness we knew...
Rise of anger and portion with poise, to tell the difference?
Between the skies fool, and the act of chastity in a child's hands?
Kindred and sense, the total of summation to understand a climate of paced seasons?
We have picked, we have eaten sense, we have seen worth dwindle, we have defeated lands...
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Continue An Age Old Tradition, Cloud Shapes...?
Continue An Age Old Tradition, Cloud Shapes...?
