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The Leaves Have Left Us
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Cold Leaves for the Violent Ground
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Alone in the Bright Lights of a Shattered Life
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when we no longer are around to write our love on each other's eyelids
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Lines Running Low Through 7th (...The Shame Of It All...)
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lines running low through 7th (…the shame of it all…)
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Fragment I
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It Was A Cold Day In February And We Walked Across The Lake
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It was a cold day in February and we walked across the lake…
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Sketch_2: First Day of Spring
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Feelings For Something Lost In Two Parts (Pt.2)
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feelings for something lost in two parts (pt.1)
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feelings for something lost (pt.2)
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Fragment VII
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1:47 |
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Höstluft
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Waves
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Fragment VI
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Distans
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1:51 |
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Sketch_3: View from a Train 1
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1:54 |
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Fields
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1:58 |
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May
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1:59 |
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Fading Lights and Distant Memories
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2:00 |
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fading lights and distant memories
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Fragment IV
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2:00 |
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Noslipós
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2:01 |
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Mellan ljud och text
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Snowleaf
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2:07 |
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Mörker genom tomrum
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Fragment V
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2:11 |
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Sketch_5: View from a Train 2
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It Ends With A Version Of Keeping, Reminding About What Once Were...
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it ends with a version of keeping, reminding about what once were…
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Broken Piano Pt.2
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Fragment III
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The Park
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Skiss av löv
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Sketch_9: View from a Train 3
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Shut Your Eyes And You'll Find The Trees Turning Into Flames
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First Fay Of Winter
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Sketch_11: First Day of Winter
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Pjotr
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Broken Piano, Part 1
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But Now Things Were Different, With Birds Unable To Speak
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…but now things were different, with birds unable to speak
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Abandoned Houses Hiding In Flickering Shadows
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The Typewriter
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Ensamhet
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The Rivers Turned to Cobblestone
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Fragment VIII
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3:32 |
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leaves abstract in a village plunged into mourning (feat. Colleen)
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Repor
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Skiss av träd
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Skiss Av Trad
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Fragment II
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Departures (Burning Saints For Your Own Sins)
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...in a safe place ... somewhere near your heart...
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...In A Safe Place...Somewhere Near Your Heart
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Dis/Dagg/Dimma
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The Scratches on the Window in the Doors of Each Cell
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Feelings For Something Lost (243 scrobblings)
Alone in the Bright Lights of a Shattered… (166 scrobblings)
Sketches (150 scrobblings)
Fragment (132 scrobblings)
Höstluft (19 scrobblings)
Hostluft (2 scrobblings)
Expanse at Low Levels (1 scrobbling)