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,,,,,,,,,, Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,^ Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ^,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,^« Grains There Are Calls From Other        «^,,,,,,,,
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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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