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,&,&&&&,&,     ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #    ,,,,&&&,&,
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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   &,,&&,&&&,
&&&&,,&&,, 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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