Flour, wind, water
LET IT COME TO ME (E A C# F# B E)
Warm not hot.
Leaving not lost.
Death after life.
Shadow after bight.
Like a bug to the light.
Like a bird to the tree.
Let me find it.
Let it come to me.
made this with a qy100 and my trusty mpc2500. pls enjoy Above - bandcamp link
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