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Music is here and there, music is everywhere. integer hits the keys.

"Better stand up, bake a citron tarte ... take a sip of wine and laugh, look at the birds above . . ." - mellow organ track 'the birds above' under songs.

Today I played the flute already. I've heated the chips in my syntheziser, lovingly named the 'time machine', stroked the velocity, twisted the knobs to slay the sound and oiled the keys. Now it's too late to play any longer ... see you.
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