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......,-:* Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The *:-,......
.....,-:*¤ Grains There Are Calls From Other ¤*:-,.....
....,-:*¤¶ Worlds - ¶¤*:-,....
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.,-:*¤¶@## But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me ##@¶¤*:-,.
..,-:*¤¶@# That Something Is Happening, Perfuming #@¶¤*:-,..
...,-:*¤¶@ Me With Someone Elses Excitement @¶¤*:-,...
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......,-:* A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To *:-,......
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..,-:*¤¶@# Like Were They Calls From Rubbery #@¶¤*:-,..
...,-:*¤¶@ Birds... Deafeningly Loud! @¶¤*:-,...
....,-:*¤¶ But Like A Mirage, Constantly ¶¤*:-,....
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......,-:* And Not Really Touching My Eardrums. *:-,......
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