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§§¨§§§¨¨§§ Grains There Are Calls From Other        §§§§§¨§§¨§
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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         ¨§§§§§¨¨¨¨
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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.               ¨§¨¨§§¨¨§¨
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