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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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.....~«/†% In This Metaphorical Sand, Breathing     %†/«~.....
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.......~«/ 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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