Spices
Needle to Thread
Wheeling, wheeling, above the forest
No it's just five digits
Chest
Now we know nothing of those days
Imagine no colour
A line of old, sad trees
Blind Druids
The way water runs beneath the ground
Bucket
Some places really look like their postcards
SEED
I have it on authority that the trees walk the night
Words bubble up
Under the stairs
For he's a jolly good driver!
Always remember the longer you live, the sooner you're going to die
Amen
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