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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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