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¨¨¨§¨§§¨§§ 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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