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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   ,~†%*£####
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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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