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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         ,@@,,@@,,,
,,,@,,,@@@                                          @@,@,@,@,,
,,,@@,,@,, 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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