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##¨¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨
¨#¨##¨#¨#¨ 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                                  ¨#¨#¨##¨#¨
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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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¨#¨##¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨#¨
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