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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         ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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