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#£¤†==-,,, Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ,,,-==†¤£#
£¤†==-,,,, Grains There Are Calls From Other        ,,,,-==†¤£
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£¤†==-,,,, But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   ,,,,-==†¤£
#£¤†==-,,, That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ,,,-==†¤£#
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@#£¤†==-,, The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ,,-==†¤£#@
#£¤†==-,,, A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ,,,-==†¤£#
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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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