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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        ¨¨¨:«^†@@@
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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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