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###§@%^-~¨ Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ¨~-^%@§###
#@%%-¨¨¨¨¨ Grains There Are Calls From Other        ¨¨¨¨¨-%%@#
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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  ¨~-%@§####
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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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