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The Small Stars

The underbrush is of such abundance
That the small stars can be seen at noon.

An Ancient Race

“Other mortals will be along… and they’ll kill it off.”

The First Time We Ever Aged

Linger On Over Here

It's A Sky Blue Sky

My Lofty Dreams, My Alibis

My Alibis

My Lofty Dreams

The Least Whistling of the Wind

The Least Whistling of the Wind

We Dug These Holes We Crawled Into

We Dug These Holes We Crawled Into

Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town

anyone lived in a pretty how town

These Puddled Clouds

But Darkness Falls Like Shattered Pieces

Dangling, Shimmering

Torn and tattered and crowned

The Two of Us Could Run

The Two of Us Could Run

Setback

Setback