Odd duty to a freedom
Semblances of force, and denial?
In a sake for shares, is lovelorn...
Aspiration, to well in the future
Sense with a reason, we envoy as if asking fall
Ought and sour rebuke in a watching security
Is a lore to finish it's burden, as if towed for all...
We see a livid stone
Ask about the baring of a cause to listen
And a heed in trouble with speed, a vice atoned?
Simple, comes the gravelly voice of dismay
Sour and hurt feelings in a power
We see is a clash of since and its amends, worry to say
"I love you, with a risen might to serve, nor"
Good news, and the back of a plan
To tell the sudden, and the found
We are truer in a faint sorts, than a salty frog in the can't
Does Prince Albert, have a rued smile, or is singing on our lip's sound?
About a peanut...
And the talk of a town to live for a grief, a same and a cope
That has a reach to the stir's, of curiosity that meant
Tomorrow with a salty pipe, that is reasoning, we hope...
And the beginning of surprises in the pace of response
And in the possibility, of a fun and seemly, host of fun
With a clique perhaps, comes the reality of a town to want, avidness won?
And the might of a legendary call to what was?
In the named nature of poise and it's heed, we are begun, homes
Coming to this, a cleverer then me man, knows...
For us to thank you at the door, was a little more than else, could...