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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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