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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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