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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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