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Sunshine Beams Through the Shadowed Paradise of the Oaks and Pines
The Cold Winds Travel Through the Homes Up in the Canopy of Breathing Leaves
Longing for the Moment That Never Happened
Skeletal Hands Unite the Touch Through False Memories
I Think I Can Hear You Through the Rain of the Nearby Valley
The Anthem of a Million Trees As They Are Left Alone
False Memories of Rome Ltd.
