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.......... 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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......,~^% 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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