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#£&$†~,,,, Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ,,,,~†$&£#
##£&$†~,,, Grains There Are Calls From Other        ,,,~†$&£##
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#£&$†~,,,, Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    ,,,,~†$&£#
£&$†~,,,,, But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   ,,,,,~†$&£
#£&$†~,,,, That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ,,,,~†$&£#
##£&$†~,,, Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ,,,~†$&£##
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#£&$†~,,,, A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ,,,,~†$&£#
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##£&$†~,,, In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     ,,,~†$&£##
#£&$†~,,,, It, The Veil Is Next To Breached... I    ,,,,~†$&£#
£&$†~,,,,, Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes     ,,,,,~†$&£
#£&$†~,,,, Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        ,,,,~†$&£#
##£&$†~,,, Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               ,,,~†$&£##
###£&$†~,, But Like A Mirage, Constantly            ,,~†$&£###
##£&$†~,,, Evaporating And Reforming.               ,,,~†$&£##
#£&$†~,,,, And Not Really Touching My Eardrums.     ,,,,~†$&£#
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