For all I know I was meant to be one of those
Cold Monday Morning, six o'clock, November.
Frogs give notice when the swamp backs up
Please Drive Carefully Through Our Village
Not that it was needed that much
Ready?
There were lanterns at the outer edge
Tuesday, Tulip
Today the rent is due again
Blank Firs
When they passed through the city, the others knew it first
That night she called his name, not mine
No one needs to know what's ailing me
Prison-Break
We took a walk towards the cathedral
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