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No Tracks Led To The Door
The Last Train Home in '82
I'd Never Been There, But I Knew the View
In the Silence of the Lost
A Memory Borrowed From A Dream
Handel's Awakening, Played By Rain
There's a Voice In the Fog That Knows My Name
They Found Her By the Gleaming Pool
Before the Plunge
My Heart Still Thinks It's 1988
It Felt Like I Was Home
Tocatta and Fugue for the Melting Meadow
What the Fog Tried to Hide
Four Days After The Storm
A Restless Soul In The Cold
When We Left the City for Good
We Said We'd Return in Spring
Sometime Between Then and Never
