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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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