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@@,@@,@,@,            # #«««««««««««# #             @,@@,@,@@,
,@,,@,@,@,     ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #    @,,@,@,,@,
@@,@@,@,@,            # #«««««««««««# #             @,@@,@,@@,
,@,,@,@,@,                                          @,,@,@,,@,
@@,@@,@,@, 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         @,@@,@,@@,
,@,,@,@,@,                                          @,,@,@,,@,
@@,@@,@,@, The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  @,@@,@,@@,
,@,,@,@,@, A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   @,,@,@,,@,
@@,@@,@,@, Pick Up                                  @,@@,@,@@,
,@,,@,@,@,                                          @,,@,@,,@,
@@,@@,@,@,                                          @,@@,@,@@,
,@,,@,@,@, 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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,@,,@,@,@,                                          @,,@,@,,@,
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