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,:~^%§§¶@#            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             #@¶§§%^~:,
,,:~^%§§¶@     ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #    @¶§§%^~:,,
,,,:~^%§§¶             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            ¶§§%^~:,,,
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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         §%^~:,,,,,
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,,,:~^%§§¶ 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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