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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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