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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 -                                 ,&&,&,&,&&
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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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