<div style="text-align:center;"> 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 five, 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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