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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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