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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         ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨§§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§ 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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§¨§¨§§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨§§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨§§¨§¨§¨