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Slowly Slipping Away
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Anemoia
01:49
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Obituary
01:41
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Eternity in a Second
01:57
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A Day Like Any Other
01:35
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Dust to Dust
02:12
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An Object, a Memory
01:08
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Lost to Time
02:19
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Fanfare for the Mundane
01:18
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A Passing Thought
02:19
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Seldom Spoken Of
01:18
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A Bygone Era
01:11
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Decay
02:23
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Forgotten Forever
01:21
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