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.......... Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ..........
........., Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ,.........
........,- Grains There Are Calls From Other        -,........
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....,-\†%& But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   &%†\-,....
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...,-\†%&£ A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   £&%†\-,...
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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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