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&&,,&,&&,,             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            &,&,,&,,&&
,&,&&&,&,&    ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #     &&&,&&,&,,
&&&,,&&&&,            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ,,&&,&&&,,
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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         ,,&&,&,&&,
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,&&&&&&,,, 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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