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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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