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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         ...^-\†¤@#
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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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