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##%-¨¨¨¨¨¨ Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ¨¨¨¨¨¨-%##
###&%/--^¨ 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   ¨^---/&##@
@##%-^¨¨¨¨ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ¨¨¨¨^-%##@
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#@##&%/-^¨ The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ¨^-/%&##@#
#@##&%/-^¨ A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ¨^-/%&##@#
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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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