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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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