of the horsetail he wishes no height no height in your mind to climb the steep hill none he can find if you think you can see it in your hand then you
Behind a door Hand to face Conscience is the wound His hand for me a sovereign tone I pray him come I pray him soon There's a wolf in the piano On the
man clothe his neck with mane he rushes out to meet the sword he laughs at fear and is not dismayed lay hand to mouth spoken once I have no answer lay hand
To enter his rest To enter his rest Close to his chest An after his own heart Shepherds enter at measure 33 One foot on land And one upon the sea She
what are you about say something secret in an old order hush trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm a homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush devoted
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Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone She's gone much too long Any time she goes away Ain
your hand with the mother of my children the morning comes where the land sinks deep in it's color bless the ground where we kneel safe in your woven
backbone You offer up not your reason alone Deep asleep as wolves Who rise to worship their dreams Under the mountain Thin as thieves Armed to the teeth We have the same hands
one eye hide me in your hand with the mother of my children where the land sinks deep in it's color bless the ground where we kneel safe in your woven
i changed my mind and looked no better hard of hart blind blind to his higher art my frustration my anger in disguise i slip under i slip under quiet
mine to be lost I paint them roughly I paint them in my sleep Ira Gula Luxuria Heavy as their holes are deep Roma Roma Where is my country Wholly in his hands
Raise her hands Raise her hands Peering down Into infirmament Here to be with them reshapen By the master?s hand Against whom The Lord counts not his
Clinging to the sky Like smoke And it is so bone of my bone one desert shy down singing fetter drowning sinking singing hands sinking sinking singing hands
for feather In this way my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved and still In this way my love Come to me In a language of two hands It is a strange poetry
do tell how is the little pilgrims progress does he endeavour to perservere close mantled to knives and kisses just like when you were here what little
Quiet nights of quiet stars quiet chords from my guitar floating on the silence that surrounds us. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams quiet walks by quiet