Give Me A Staff Of Honor For

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

By That Sin Fell The Angels.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.