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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   ###§£%*~,,
,,,~*%£§## Pick Up                                  ##§£%*~,,,
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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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