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@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨                    ¤¤                    ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨                  ¤    ¤                  ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
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@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨             # #-----------# #            ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨    ## #  # # # FEY BELLS # #  # ## #     ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨             # #-----------# #            ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨                                          ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨ ENVELOP ME IN NOISE... A SANDSTORM OF    ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨ SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨ GRAINS THERE ARE CALLS FROM OTHER        ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨ WORLDS -                                 ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨                                          ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨ 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                                  ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨                                          ¨@¨@¨@¨¨@¨
@¨@¨@@¨¨@¨                                          ¨@¨@¨@¨@@¨
@¨@¨¨@¨@@¨ 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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