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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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