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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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