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§§§§§§¨§§¨ Grains There Are Calls From Other        ¨§¨§§¨¨¨§§
¨¨¨¨¨¨§§¨§ Worlds -                                 §§§§¨§¨¨§¨
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§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨§ But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   §¨§¨§§¨§¨§
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§¨§§¨¨§¨§§ 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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§¨§¨§¨§¨¨§ In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     §¨§§¨§¨¨¨§
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¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§¨ Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        §¨¨§¨§¨§§§
§¨§§¨¨¨¨§§ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               §§¨§§§§§¨¨
§§§¨§¨¨¨§¨ But Like A Mirage, Constantly            §¨§§¨¨¨¨§¨
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¨§§§§¨§§§§                                          ¨¨¨§¨¨§¨§§
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