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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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