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All the Blue Silence
Blackcurrant River
To Fill the Spaces Where My Body´s Been
At The Still Point of The Turning World
At the Edge of the Body's Night
To Bloom with Abandon
Prelude
Because the Soul is like All Matter
Crescendo
If Only Dusk Had Not Fallen Into Night
Before Beautiful Ballads Become Echoes
It´s Rapture that Counts
Om
From One Pilgramage to Another-
Landscape through Train Windows
In Silences of its Own
The Origin of the First Note
Into All Our Imaginings
The Origin of the First Note
To Mark the Path to the Temple
Complete in an Unexplained Completion
Because Light is Never Still
for Ludwig
Before the Blue Rivers Run Dry
Lines for Winter
It´s Rapture that Counts
Unmarked Paths to the Temple
Inside the Temple
Another Fugue
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