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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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%;«.¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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     ¨¨¨¨¨¨.«;%
;«.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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