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This is where the skies remain blue as often as not…

It all began in the southeast of a twisted hexagon, they were three, exploring new ways to make sounds in harmony and faultless synchronicity

But their equipment made of wood and metallic parts were no longer sufficient, soon they felt the need for new flesh

The flesh comes, the flesh goes. Only the skies remain, witness the circus

From now on, they are four, scoring brand new sounds in their own way playing in harmony and faultless synchronicity as well

This is where the skies become red, that it all barely starts…

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