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..:~=*¤##@ Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    #@##¤*=~:.
..:~=*¤##@ Grains There Are Calls From Other        @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# Worlds -                                 #@##¤*=~:.
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.:~=*¤##@# Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    #@##¤*=~:.
..:~=*¤##@ But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   #@##¤*=~:.
..:~=*¤##@ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         @##¤*=~:..
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..:~=*¤##@ The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   #@##¤*=~:.
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.:~=*¤##@# And At Times, When I'M Almost Drowning   #@##¤*=~:.
..:~=*¤##@ In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# It, The Veil Is Next To Breached... I    #@##¤*=~:.
..:~=*¤##@ Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes     @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        #@##¤*=~:.
..:~=*¤##@ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# But Like A Mirage, Constantly            #@##¤*=~:.
..:~=*¤##@ Evaporating And Reforming.               @##¤*=~:..
.:~=*¤##@# And Not Really Touching My Eardrums.     #@##¤*=~:.
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