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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   #£#§%*=,..
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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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