From dawn to dusk, we play…play….play strings. The blood is filled with passion of making sounds.
In the world of truth, we embark as a rhythm that will prove our music is masterpieces.
To be touched or make a sound, the guitars are loved by our air in our garage.
The fun or sad we make our place with flow of pitches.
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