Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful
as that of
If I pour your cup
That is friendship
If I add your
Reach a hand to the crescent moon
Grab hold of the
My first recollection is a day in December
Black iron steam
Look under his floorboards, Mama
I don't trust his silly grin
He's
Emma's in a part of town
Where she doesn't recognize the
Fifty miles from Dakota territory
Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt
Found
She placed her ring on the sill
Dishes piled high
She's on
Haven't seen the sun for seven days
November's got her nails
Raise a white sail if you love me
A black sail