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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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