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%§†~^¨¨¨¨¨ sound... and sure enough, between the    ¨¨¨¨¨^~†§%
§†~^¨¨¨¨¨¨ grains there are calls from other        ¨¨¨¨¨¨^~†§
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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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^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ a job long lost, urging for someone to   ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^
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#¶£%§†~^¨¨ hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     ¨¨^~†§%£¶#
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#¶£%§†~^¨¨ birds... deafeningly loud!               ¨¨^~†§%£¶#
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£%§†~^¨¨¨¨ evaporating and reforming.               ¨¨¨¨^~†§%£
%§†~^¨¨¨¨¨ and not really touching my eardrums.     ¨¨¨¨¨^~†§%
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