Thank you Tottenhauser, maybe someday, by your support...
Sun arises in the desert, the caravan is marching now. Crossing the land where nolife grows, facing the line that none can touch. Horizon is a blend of white light sky and red blood dirth, and the heat is boiling air. But in the caravan, party is always up, hope is always up. So don´t be shy, don´t miss groove, get into the caravan.
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