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Before The Pines Grew Quiet
Before Rest Finds Me
I Woke Up Somewhere Else
A Cold Wind's Kiss
Clockwise and North
It Rained the Day I Came Home
Nothing Left But An Echo
I Miss Falling Asleep To The Sound Of Rain
She Will Come In April
Emerald Mirage
The Night Was Not Empty
Sometime Between Then and Never
The Day the Snow Fell in August
The Leaves Turned Before I Could Answer
What The Rain Left Behind
You Wouldn't Know Me Now
We Were Always Just Passing Through
The Storm's Golden Thread
Beneath A Fading Light
Her Shadow in the Upstairs Window
