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#@*§†=-¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨-=†§*@#
##@*§†=-¨¨ Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ¨¨-=†§*@##
###@*§†=-¨ Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ¨-=†§*@###
##@*§†=-¨¨ Grains There Are Calls From Other        ¨¨-=†§*@##
#@*§†=-¨¨¨ Worlds -                                 ¨¨¨-=†§*@#
@*§†=-¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨-=†§*@
*§†=-¨¨¨¨¨ 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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