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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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