anonymous artists' collective

find the answer to this riddle

for they who open their mind 

shall find them who scribble

and a gift, precious of kind

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founders of the heartest of places

where a follower learns to follow

immaterial things with glazed faces

all though one went ways of aalto

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split in the game of the century

in which two far lands met

the old and the new residency

for an hour and a half of sweat

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yet if the arts were not enough

the kid has shout and strum

with finishings left rough
yet no voice left to hum