The Moon For All Her

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!

You Know How Cunningly Mankind Is Planned: We Have One Loving And One Hating Hand. The Loving's Made To Hold Each Other Like, While With The Hating Other Hand We Strike.

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

If One By One We Counted People Out

Lord, I Have Loved Your Sky, Be It Said Against Or For Me, Have Loved It Clear And High, Or Low And Stormy...