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@@@@,@,@,@ 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         @@,,@@@,,@
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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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