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We Dream of Castles in the Clouds We Dream of Castles in the Clouds
This is how it feels to fly. .ylf ot sleef ti woh si sihT
Invincible, Unseen (Ending Our Story) Invincible, Unseen (Ending Our Story)
Ever felt hopelessly lonely?
Our Children Will Be Beautiful and Naive Our Children Will Be Beautiful and Naive
A repetive, yet evolving Post-Rockish thing.