Summer Of Hardstyle

The wind...
 The water...
 The fire...
 The sun...
 The wind...
 The water...
 The fire...
 The sun...
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 This is the summer of hardstyle.
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 This is the summer of hardstyle.
 Whitness nature,
 as a foundation of a track.
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 here we go.
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 This is the summer of hardstyle.
 Whitness nature,
 as a foundation of a track.
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 When a white beam of light breaks trough
 the atmosfear and warms the earth,
 She performs a symphonie of noise,
 and low bass frequencies.
 Overtaking and changing the land.
 The wind is a screech that is screeming out loud.
 The water is a bass and be handled with caution.
 The lead is like a fire that can not be put out.
 The sun is a distortion.
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 Here we go.
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 This is the summer of hardstyle