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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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