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§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§ Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    §¨¨§¨§§§¨¨
§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§ Grains There Are Calls From Other        §§¨§§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨§ Worlds -                                 §¨§§¨¨§¨§§
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§¨¨§¨§§§¨§ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         §§¨§¨§¨§¨¨
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§¨§§¨¨§¨§¨ The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  §¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨§
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§§¨§§§§¨¨¨ Pick Up                                  §¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§
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§§§§§§§§§§ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               §§¨¨§¨¨§§§
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Evaporating And Reforming.               §¨§§§¨§§§¨
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