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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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