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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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