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#&&§†~^,,, Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ,,,^~†§&&#
###&§$†~^, Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ,^~†$§&###
###&§$†~^, Grains There Are Calls From Other        ,^~†$§&###
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###&§$†~^, Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    ,^~†$§&###
#&&&§$†~^, But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   ,^~†$§&&&#
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###&§$†~^, Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ,^~†$§&###
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&&$†~^,,,, The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ,,,,^~†$&&
#&&&§$†~^, A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ,^~†$§&&&#
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&&&&§$†~^, In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     ,^~†$§&&&&
##&§§$†~^, It, The Veil Is Next To Breached... I    ,^~†$§§&##
&&§$~,,,,, Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes     ,,,,,~$§&&
###&§$†~^, Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        ,^~†$§&###
#&&&§$†~^, Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               ,^~†$§&&&#
###&§$†~^, But Like A Mirage, Constantly            ,^~†$§&###
###&§$†~^, Evaporating And Reforming.               ,^~†$§&###
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