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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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