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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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