WINE AND GATES
Young Covenants And Wondering Loves, Make Choice...
Letting tea be tea
Courage, in the realm of firsts and have a lasting...?
Become the summary choice, we know so well for me?
Time is my demand I cope with, adage is one to cares, asking:
A healthy none, in my way for a shared risk?
The tooth and the rue of poise, never a callous come...?
To wishes I favor and know with a redeeming eye, a nobility is
To simplify the nature of world's worth, the talent of comparison...
To work the wages of witnesses, and in its forth
The remnancy of a needy silence, that has become a reasoned
With, a keeping lip to tell a story about how, that has selected earthen
And a nature to win an argued sulk, the tongue of patience...
Care, with a rolling breeze that chooses to say:
In this borrowed heat, here is a lent soul...
With an invested charm, is my notion to excel a couth's in liberty's may?
That has come to these, for words of wisdom known for all and old...
Yes, language...
In its depth and truth to display the dismay of cope
Welcoming only the candid, the stir of caught many and one, a unique same
My only tooth, and my only recourse with confusion, is to understate hope...
Tell-tale finishes to the course of a needier way
With the promise of simplicity's keep, in the have of conscience
That has become my tarry with time, as if a shadow of cause come to say...
Might a bastion of tea, live well for an intuition, mean the better of truth's patience?
Courage, in the realm of firsts and have a lasting...?
Become the summary choice, we know so well for me?
Time is my demand I cope with, adage is one to cares, asking:
A healthy none, in my way for a shared risk?
The tooth and the rue of poise, never a callous come...?
To wishes I favor and know with a redeeming eye, a nobility is
To simplify the nature of world's worth, the talent of comparison...
To work the wages of witnesses, and in its forth
The remnancy of a needy silence, that has become a reasoned
With, a keeping lip to tell a story about how, that has selected earthen
And a nature to win an argued sulk, the tongue of patience...
Care, with a rolling breeze that chooses to say:
In this borrowed heat, here is a lent soul...
With an invested charm, is my notion to excel a couth's in liberty's may?
That has come to these, for words of wisdom known for all and old...
Yes, language...
In its depth and truth to display the dismay of cope
Welcoming only the candid, the stir of caught many and one, a unique same
My only tooth, and my only recourse with confusion, is to understate hope...
Tell-tale finishes to the course of a needier way
With the promise of simplicity's keep, in the have of conscience
That has become my tarry with time, as if a shadow of cause come to say...
Might a bastion of tea, live well for an intuition, mean the better of truth's patience?
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Young Covenants And Wondering Loves, Make Choice...
Young Covenants And Wondering Loves, Make Choice...
