They
say you've gone away
Run
the horse, run
I
am not given to telling the truth
Down
beneath me
Tired
of the apricots which come each year
I
am such a fool!
The
soft rain permits me:
Defeated
he stood upon a hill
OH ADAM YOU
ARE AILING
White
leopards
The
wisps of mist
She
was a proud woman
I saw a
man upon a cross
Lost
Redeemer
