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&,&&&&,,,&            # #«««««««««««# #             ,,&,,,&&,&
&&,,,&,,&,     ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #    ,&&,,&,&&,
,&,,&&,&&&             # #«««««««««««# #            &,&,&&&,&&
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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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