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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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