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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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¨¨¨¨§§¨§¨§ In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     §§¨§§¨§§§¨
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¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨¨ Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        §§¨§§¨§§§§
§§§¨§§¨§§¨ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               ¨¨§§¨§§¨¨¨
§¨¨§§¨§§¨§ But Like A Mirage, Constantly            §¨§¨§§¨§¨¨
§§¨§¨§§¨§§ Evaporating And Reforming.               ¨§§§§¨§§§¨
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¨§§¨¨¨§§¨§                                          ¨¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
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