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¨^«^§@@§§# distant wailing sirens, coming closer    #§§@@§^«^¨
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¨^«^§@§@## that something is happening, perfuming   ##@§@§^«^¨
¨^«^§@§§@@ me with someone elses excitement         @@§§@§^«^¨
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¨^«^§@@### a job long lost, urging for someone to   ###@@§^«^¨
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¨^«^§@§@## birds... deafeningly loud!               ##@§@§^«^¨
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¨^«^§@§@## evaporating and reforming.               ##@§@§^«^¨
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