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Cold Days from the Birdhouse

That Summer, At Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy

Walking for Two Hours

Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite so Hard

Talking with Fireworks / Here, It Never Snowed

Mapped by What Surrounded Them

And She Would Darken The Memory

I'm Taking the Train Home

Fourteen Autumns and Fifteen Winters

That Summer at Home, I Had Become the Invisible Boy (Demo)