Dry as the land who sprung the leaf, as the mountains that crumble and dedicate time to their belief. Theres no time to be wasted, no more spells to be deemed, as our groove puts a limit to the deepness in need. Go on and surrender to the greatness within, as we dance to this bassline with you my brother and me.
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