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¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
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¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§§¨§§¨§¨§¨ 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.     §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§§¨§§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§§¨§§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§§¨§§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨