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§§¨¨¨§§§¨¨ 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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¨§§¨¨¨§§§¨ 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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