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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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£*\~,,,,,, 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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