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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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%;,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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