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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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