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§§§¨§¨§¨¨§ Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ¨¨§¨§§¨§¨§
¨¨§§§§§¨§§ Grains There Are Calls From Other        ¨§§§¨§§§§¨
¨§¨¨¨¨§§¨¨ Worlds -                                 §¨¨§§¨¨¨§¨
§§¨¨¨§¨§¨¨                                          §¨§¨§¨¨§§¨
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§¨¨§¨§¨§¨¨ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ¨¨§§¨¨§¨§¨
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§§¨¨¨§¨¨§§ Pick Up                                  ¨¨¨§§¨¨¨§§
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§§¨§¨§§§§§                                          ¨§§§§¨§§¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨§§§¨§ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               §§§¨§¨¨§§§
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¨§§§¨¨§¨§¨                                          ¨§§§¨§¨§§§
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