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In the space without light, eyes on the skins of the drums and the sturdy strings, and among the mist of oriental fumes, the waves of condensation rest on the skin and merge with the sweat. Tracks handed down, they have been around for a long time and know planet earth. They caress their chests like lions.
In the space without light, eyes on the skins of the drums and the sturdy strings, and among the mist of oriental fumes, the waves of condensation rest on the skin and merge with the sweat.
Tracks handed down, they have been around for a long time and know planet earth. They caress their chests like lions.
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