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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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