WINE AND GATES

Of Fruition, Who Was The Chosen, Intuition?

Stilled, of the stir...
Onto entourage, the flower of simple ideals
Through and due the yet, a thorough world
When time takes itself to task, will hindsight heed or heal?

Fellow starts and stops...
Tact of risen firsts, when the laugh of lasts
Timidity has a word here, the irony, we sought
Is a realizing since of everywhere, a passion asks?

Tales of the finality, which we save with drama
Of a treasure in family's, the court of prowess
We reserve from the powers that begin, a story's dilemma
That would before it ends, the caring of another to understand duress...

Finish your meal, with the pout of until...
See the grace we spoke of, in these lips we same and true
Tones of respect, and a have of a besought will...
Has complimented a sharing, the wishes you express as all of would

Are, to become our best, the good nature of eyes...
That sought the comparison we foretell, is a relationship to do
And the common, the prevalence we love, for a summary sigh
The heat of conception to you, is a wish we saw retrieve a couth

Happy birthday, you are a reason we approach
With similar todays, the count of persuasion
From a better form to wanting, we discuss is a liberty in kind to host
The baring of might, to a reaching house of decision, for which we know an intuition

Speed's shadow, to know?
Your health, our moment to praise your arts
Of coming for heed, ordered by the patience we seek, and sow
Will the endeavor of your mind, a miracle claimed by many, be our futures heart?



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Of Fruition, Who Was The Chosen, Intuition?

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