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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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