Yoyr loveless
Not fuss
Of me still
to forget
Ring rain
Hay streets
Calling out
That easy
Mans roses
Highest peak
You are real
Somebody new
For love may
More than
Brief romance
Good lookin
Once I was
My man
Are pretty
Is the list
Orleans music
Has arrived
Pretend to pray
At the start
Wander and roam
To spender
But still
A gal you
High mountain
Wont stop
I was blind
To my door
Quite as good
Time in here
Hill the moon
So lonely and
Cookin
My clothes
And softly
Or sunny
May you
Folks hate me
Heart would be
At long last
Than a nail
I discovered
I saw you
Half as much
No finer
Petals fell