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@,@,@,@,@,             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@,    ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #     ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@,             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@, Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@, Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@, Grains There Are Calls From Other        ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@, Worlds -                                 ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@, Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@, But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@, That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@, Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@, The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@, A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@, Pick Up                                  ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,@,@,@,@@,
@,@,@,@,@,                                          ,@,@,@,,@,
@,@,@,@,@, 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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