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.,~=†††%@@ Grains There Are Calls From Other        @@%†††=~,.
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.,~=†%##@@ Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    @@##%†=~,.
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.,~=†%#@@# Me With Someone Elses Excitement         #@@#%†=~,.
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.,~=†#@@## The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ##@@#†=~,.
.,~=†%#@@# A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   #@@#%†=~,.
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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.               @@@#%†=~,.
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