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##@¶#%§*,¨ 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         ¨¨¨¨¨,-§##
#%§*,¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨,*§%#
#@¶#%§*-,¨ 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   ¨,-*§%#¶@#
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@#§*,,,¨¨¨ 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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