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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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