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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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