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##¶§£^;-^, 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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