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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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,,,,-*%%£¶ 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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