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@¨@@¨@¨@@¨                    **                    ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨                  **  **                  ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨                  *    *                  ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨                  **  **                  ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
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@¨@@¨@¨@@¨            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨     ## #  # # # FEY BELLS # #  # ## #    ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨                                          ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨ ENVELOP ME IN NOISE... A SANDSTORM OF    ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨ SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨ GRAINS THERE ARE CALLS FROM OTHER        ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨ WORLDS -                                 ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨                                          ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨ DISTANT WAILING SIRENS, COMING CLOSER    ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨ BUT STAYING OUT OF REACH... TELLING ME   ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨ THAT SOMETHING IS HAPPENING, PERFUMING   ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨ ME WITH SOMEONE ELSES EXCITEMENT         ¨¨@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨                                          ¨@@¨@¨@¨@¨
@¨@@¨@¨@@¨ 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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