WINE AND GATES
Comparing Kind's Wisdom, Asked About Humanity...
Then of hearts...
Happy to meet, you
Looks for a longing, before a wish has what smartens
The tie of promises, that knew you in the morning dew
Flowers by the dozen, the truth
In marvels and gazes of uniqueness
To understand a gait, of when we are who
The risks of visiting the mercy we made, is a shrewder bless?
Confused, dazed or realizing the only tooth
The memory of voice is astounding, the all of cant
And the waiting poise of persuasion, that though aloof
Has the considered worth, of knowing what a person...
Has asked you if the wanting sun, is a weary soul?
The burden we spoke of ... a whole lip of duty
To something besides a guarantee, of when potential will
The live of our content, is mercy in the first place, lucre?
Playing children only keep hate, to move on...
Saving gestures from a hand belabored by savagery, is to fall in love...
Whether born to liberty, or the motivation of heed, the goal of life is more all along...
Actuality to tell a story, is made by the heart before the mind, has seen the right's of us...
Dread?
Yes, and the press for gaiety we made...
Living well and suggesting the common, is ours for a cares key, to lead
The vanity of beginnings with a wish to earn, with no place for means, except for what was said
Long in eyes of pasts, if not passion
Won't these, the through and due rancor of adjusting to love's light
Be there until the end, of life, even in the asking
Of hope, the total of sincerity to show its new praise, the very hour of worth's might?
Happy to meet, you
Looks for a longing, before a wish has what smartens
The tie of promises, that knew you in the morning dew
Flowers by the dozen, the truth
In marvels and gazes of uniqueness
To understand a gait, of when we are who
The risks of visiting the mercy we made, is a shrewder bless?
Confused, dazed or realizing the only tooth
The memory of voice is astounding, the all of cant
And the waiting poise of persuasion, that though aloof
Has the considered worth, of knowing what a person...
Has asked you if the wanting sun, is a weary soul?
The burden we spoke of ... a whole lip of duty
To something besides a guarantee, of when potential will
The live of our content, is mercy in the first place, lucre?
Playing children only keep hate, to move on...
Saving gestures from a hand belabored by savagery, is to fall in love...
Whether born to liberty, or the motivation of heed, the goal of life is more all along...
Actuality to tell a story, is made by the heart before the mind, has seen the right's of us...
Dread?
Yes, and the press for gaiety we made...
Living well and suggesting the common, is ours for a cares key, to lead
The vanity of beginnings with a wish to earn, with no place for means, except for what was said
Long in eyes of pasts, if not passion
Won't these, the through and due rancor of adjusting to love's light
Be there until the end, of life, even in the asking
Of hope, the total of sincerity to show its new praise, the very hour of worth's might?
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Comparing Kind`s Wisdom, Asked About Humanity...
Comparing Kind`s Wisdom, Asked About Humanity...
