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HE SINGS THE SONGS OF HIMSELF

WE ARE WORTHY OF THE DREAM

DARK ANGEL

EXIT THE WOUNDS

YOU TOUCH HIS FACE, YOU SMOOTH HER BROW...

GETTING READY...

ANGEL WINGS

THE TWISTS OF A SOUL

ENVY

TEN THOUSAND NATURES

SHE STARES BLANKLY AT THE NEWSPAPERS...

WE ARE THE NAMES