There are miles, but that’s all they are.
Betrayed
You were there by my side My only friend amid the wolves Or at least you should have been...
God (from Everyman)
Part 2 of a series from Everyman, a medieval morality play
Will You Still Love Me
Will you still love me when youthful vigor has gone and golden hair turned silver?
Son Salutation
Morning dawns Light sliced into ribbons Falls delicately upon rumpled sheets...
United
God will continue to draw us together until He has made us one.
Almostness
Being with you, and yet not being one with you creates a burning...
Envious Lips
My lips are envious of my forehead...
Messenger (from Everyman)
I pray you all give your audience, And hear this matter with reverence, By figure a moral play. The Summoning of Everyman called it is, That of our lives and ending shows How transitory we be all day.
Lanturne
O lanturne shine your light...
Dark Side of the Moon 
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