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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 -                                 ¨¨,«†*¤@@#
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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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«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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