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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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