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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                                  ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,-
,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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