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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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