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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 -                                 ,@,@,,@,,@
,@,@,@,@@,                                          ,@,@,@@,@@
,@,@,@,,@, Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    ,@,@,,@,,@
,@,@,@,@@, But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   ,@,@,@@,@@
,@,@,@,,@, That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ,@,@,,@,,@
,@,@,@,@@, Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ,@,@,@@,@@
,@,@,@,,@,                                          ,@,@,,@,,@
,@,@,@,@@, 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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