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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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####¤§^«^, The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ,^«^§¤####
##@#¤§^«^, A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ,^«^§¤#@##
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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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