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......~-^† Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    †^-~......
.....~-^†$ Grains There Are Calls From Other        $†^-~.....
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..~-^†$§## Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    ##§$†^-~..
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..~-^†$§## That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ##§$†^-~..
...~-^†$§# Me With Someone Elses Excitement         #§$†^-~...
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......~-^† A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   †^-~......
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....~-^†$§ And At Times, When I'M Almost Drowning   §$†^-~....
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..~-^†$§## 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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