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,,,,,,,,^=    ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #     =^,,,,,,,,
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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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