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,,,,=/%*§@                  *    *                  @§*%/=,,,,
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,,=/%*§@##            # #===========# #             ##@§*%/=,,
,,,=/%*§@#    ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #     #@§*%/=,,,
,,,,=/%*§@             # #===========# #            @§*%/=,,,,
,,,,,=/%*§                                          §*%/=,,,,,
,,,,=/%*§@ 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                                  @§*%/=,,,,
,,,=/%*§@#                                          #@§*%/=,,,
,,=/%*§@##                                          ##@§*%/=,,
,,,=/%*§@# 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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