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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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