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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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