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##@*§=«,,,            # #«««««««««««# #             ,,,«=§*@##
###@*§=«,,     ## #  # # # Fey Bells # #  # ## #    ,,«=§*@###
##@*§=«,,,             # #«««««««««««# #            ,,,«=§*@##
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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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