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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 -                                 ,,,-†%&#@#
@#&%†-,,,,                                          ,,,,-†%&#@
#&%†-,,,,, 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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