...leaving the ghosts we've made behind...
Performing a Miracle
Make It Stop
my heart shall not pass through...
...she was born to be the woman you would know...
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
ashes. ashes. we all fall down.
Rites of Passage No 1
Rites of Passage No 2
promise what you will
The Fickle Finger of Fate
all us servants beg the master
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