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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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,^-†$%#@## Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    ##@#%$†-^,
,^-†$%#@## But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   ##@#%$†-^,
,^-†$%#@## That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ##@#%$†-^,
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,^-†$%#@## And At Times, When I'M Almost Drowning   ##@#%$†-^,
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,^-†$%%%## It, The Veil Is Next To Breached... I    ##%%%$†-^,
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,^-†$%#@## Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        ##@#%$†-^,
,^-†$%%%%@ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               @%%%%$†-^,
,^-†$%#@## But Like A Mirage, Constantly            ##@#%$†-^,
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,^-†$%#@@@ And Not Really Touching My Eardrums.     @@@#%$†-^,
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