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#¶¶#§%:«^. Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    .^«:%§#¶¶#
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##¶#§%:«^. Grains There Are Calls From Other        .^«:%§#¶##
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##¶#§%:«^. Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    .^«:%§#¶##
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##¶#§%:«^. And At Times, When I'M Almost Drowning   .^«:%§#¶##
##¶#§%:«^. In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     .^«:%§#¶##
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##¶#§%:«^. Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        .^«:%§#¶##
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