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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   ,&&&,,,&,&
,,,,,&&&&& 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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