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.^~;%&&@##                    &&                    ##@&&%;~^.
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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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