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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 -                                 ,@,@,@,,@,
,@,@,@,,@,                                          ,@,@,@,@@,
@@,@,@,@@, 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                                  ,@,@,@,@@,
@@,@,@,@@,                                          ,@,@,@,,@,
,@,@,@,,@,                                          ,@,@,@,@@,
@@,@,@,@@, 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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