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§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Grains There Are Calls From Other        §§§§¨¨§¨¨¨
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¨§§§¨§¨§§¨ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ¨¨§§§¨§¨¨§
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§§§¨¨¨§¨§§ Pick Up                                  ¨§¨§§¨¨§§§
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§¨¨§§§¨¨§§ In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     §§¨§§§¨¨¨§
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§¨¨¨¨§¨§¨¨ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               ¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§¨
§§¨¨¨§§§§¨ But Like A Mirage, Constantly            ¨¨§§¨¨¨§¨§
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§§§¨§§¨§¨§                                          §¨¨¨¨¨§§§¨
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