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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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#£$†=~-,,, The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ,,,-~=†$£#
##£$†=~-,, A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ,,-~=†$£##
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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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